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Sep 2014
Rain falls
behind her eyes

misting her world
the color of asphalt and
wet granite

not a single

tear

falls



Soul Survivor
I saw a photograph in Life magazine.
It was of a woman who was displaced from
Oklahoma during the 1930's.
She and her family were homeless.
Not a tear was in her eye.
She was too numb to cry another tear.
She was done crying.

This is for all the women out there
who suffer in silence.
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