My Mouth taped with a invisible material.
Feels like I want to scream with my pain
and fear.
I nod and close my eyes, which lets my
tears roll down my cheeks and over the tape
on my mouth.
I feel them turn cold as they continue to
roll down my chin.
Knowing I have to give into myself, I yell
within my taped bonds of things I can not
voice.
I think I am strong and yet weak.
A human paradox mixed within my soft full
form, Waiting...
Sarah Michelle Rawson
Copyright �2004 Sarah Michelle Rawson
This is published in the book "Modern Haiku" Vol. XXVII, NO. 2 Summer, 1996
This is my Haiku...
autumn sun
on my face
Sarah Michelle Rawon
Copyright 1996 Sarah M Rawson
