A Good Listener

It woke her up again she thought it was a dream

She was choking on a string that never seemed to end 

She kept pulling and more and more kept coming

She gagged intermittently on randomly placed knots along the twisted thread

She pretended she got it all But she knew there was more

She acted so discreetly so not to make a scene

Bowing her head and gently clearing her airways

There is a  big tumbleweed of words down as far as you can go

That she was once brave enough to swallow

That have remain undigested 

She kept them locked away

She was such a shy girl after all

Never much to say

Her promise felt so heavy

It took the air out of her lungs

And clipped the wings off of her words

Such a shy girl

Nothing much to say

We thought she was just a good listener

She did as she was told , remaining distant and indifferent

Keep pulling at the string now until all of it comes out

No need to be discreet this mess is not your own

Bring all the words up from the well

We are thirsty for your freedom

There is light up here