I wonder how she knows
when words have not been said
my need not to impose,
to suffer quietly instead.
When words have not been said
and pride gets in the way,
misfortunes that I dread
manifest and cause dismay.
And pride gets in the way.
I can make it on my own.
Even when I pray,
at the end, I’m still alone.
I can make it on my own
till the moment that I can’t
and I must choose: do or don’t
with no option to recant.
Till the moment that I can’t
and pride gets in the way,
when words have not been said,
I wonder how she knows.
May 9, 2013
