So, my post for today is postponed. Most of you guys know how much i admire and like Lili. Lili happens to be a very talented writer, which i am not. But, i wrote this poem for her today. To thank her for what she does. There are so many girls like i was who have no voice. They have been silenced in death or other ways. But, Lili's blog tells her story so well that i feel the girls have been given their voice back. i will never be able to do what she does. i know the stories, but i lack her talent. She is alone. i once read that alone was the worst word in the english language and that hell was only a poor synonym. So here Lili. Your very own extremely bad poem. It is pale. Only know that i cannot express myself this way, but i tried out of respect and love for you. Perhaps my embarrassment at its inadequecy is a better gift, but they are both yours. i see you. i hear you. i appreciate you.
The Promise All alone she lights the candle and while it burns she screams the pain and rage of all the pretty babies.
Day after day night after night, the promise she made so long ago echos.
One voice left to speak for those long silenced forgotten and replaced.
To speak for those who silently scream right now and those who will sob tomorrow.
And so we stand a tight circle around the candle's glow.
We stand and listen as the woman screams on.
On and on and on.
The flame blazes brighter but no one sees what it costs the woman to scream.
The spectators jostle and shove the candle light blazes bright and hot and the woman stands naked exposed and alone.
And, yet she is never silenced. The promise fulfilled. The price paid.
