She is no more

Sometimes the mind becomes a slave and it is too late to save it.

Speak not

Silence

Words pass through her mind

Thoughts of harsh words spoken

Brutally beaten into the very recess of herself

All she is

Was

Yet no more.

 

She is no more.

 

Once strength so welcomed

Now a memory

Gone with the wind

Of the breeze of her truth

Identity

Herself.

 

She is no more.

 

The string moves

Yet she stays still

Like a puppet

She is taken on a ride

Yet no joy rings out.

 

Only silence.

 

She is no more.

 

Speak not

Silence.

 

She is no more.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Patches I'm not so new..]

There is a prayer that goes something like this "May I be granted the strenth to change the things I can, accept the things I cannot and the wisdom to knowthe diffierence. This poem me Gumba describes one of those times. Yet it seems that the persona is at loss and confused s/he knows that what will come is inevitable yet isreluctant to accept the fact. The poem IMHO brings this out clearly. As usual you have said what you intended to say in a clarion voice and being who you are made it plain that you have no intention of giving in.

[Linear]

Subjugated till all whats left is the image in someone else's mirror, trapped lost and all alone, a phantom of your former self and now you are no more. Great poem

[Coyote Poetry]

Photo made the words come alive. I could feel a sad undertone to the poem. When a woman become silence. Your words are true. "She is no more." A excellent poem.
Coyote

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broken down and defeated..sometimes we reach a point that we can't move forward..poignant..strong words..

[R J Askew]

This is a poem of defeat. Many poems strive to strike a positive note. But there are some defeats from which there is no return. I suppose some realtionships are like that, unrepairable, unrecoverable, permanently damanging. All we can hope to do is move on from them come alive again in some new way and seal the defeat away in some deep well ... and then throw a grenade down after it. The poem demands a sequel perhaps. SHE WILL BE AGAIN. Looking again, I see the poem cld be about other kinds of silence, perhaps the silence of a young person who has lost their way, strayed into some inner wilderness. It does happen.