MUTE
I was clinging when they found me. Clinging with everything in me, with all I had left. They didn't know, of course. How could they know? All they could possibly know was what they saw. They saw that I was struggling. And so they pulled me up, with force and strength, even as I wrapped my arms tightly, even as I felt my muscles burst with the effort.
They pulled me away from him.
I opened my mouth, and I tried to cry out, to tell them no, to tell them he was here, too. But I knew, even as I opened my mouth, that nothing would come out. Nothing ever came out. Still, if ever there were a perfect time for my tongue to start working, for my words to finally escape and be heard, that time would be now. And so I tried. I opened my mouth and I tried.
But nothing came out.
It's hard to scream when you're mute.
It's hard to cry for help.
© 2012
I was clinging when they found me. Clinging with everything in me, with all I had left. They didn't know, of course. How could they know? All they could possibly know was what they saw. They saw that I was struggling. And so they pulled me up, with force and strength, even as I wrapped my arms tightly, even as I felt my muscles burst with the effort.
They pulled me away from him.
I opened my mouth, and I tried to cry out, to tell them no, to tell them he was here, too. But I knew, even as I opened my mouth, that nothing would come out. Nothing ever came out. Still, if ever there were a perfect time for my tongue to start working, for my words to finally escape and be heard, that time would be now. And so I tried. I opened my mouth and I tried.
But nothing came out.
It's hard to scream when you're mute.
It's hard to cry for help.
© 2012
