in the women’s room
they talk and there is a current
that runs underneath
the words are never
what is being said
there is warm and sister love
praise for one’s child
prayer for ones worries
like brushing hair and fixing tea
murmur of life
then there are the days
when skin is peeled off
a tiny strip at a time
so the pain isn’t even felt
until air hits exposed flesh
and they fight over chunks
of heart and soul
that curl up in corners
licking their wounds
wondering why they came
in the first place
I could relate to the first part more than the second but the whole poem spoke of the sisterhood all women understand.
Happily I can relate to the first part more often than the second. Just, sometimes I step back and in my mind, I am an outside observer and tones take on different meanings. Maybe I just suffer from transient paranoia 🙂
Both sides of this equation are too familiar to me; a nicely balanced set of images
I think we must all be familiar with these things and probably ware all just as puzzled 🙂
There is always a subtext..hidden claws in the women’s room..’words are never what is being said’ is a powerful line..could apply to many rooms..Jae
so true Jae…you would think that with all the pain the world causes that we as women would always stick to the first part of this. Love ya girl – sorry I have been absent so much – just trying to keep my head above water these days!
Hope you have your sea legs..I adopt the Eeyore position in crisis..backward floating x