They never knew
a Poem by Raquel Swann
I cling to tradition
As a single thread
To a fifty pound weight
With the slightest movement
I’ll snap
As the weight crashes
Against the floor
The sound awakens me
From a coma
My senses have
Been dulled
These long years
Acting as they needed
Laughing at jokes
That were never funny
Smiling in faces
Which never cared
For me, or
The me they never knew
Nor cared to know.
