Life sharing

Our stories are lonely,
But also very common to other women.
A voice too low to be heard,
A dress too plain to be noticed
Am and opinion not in search of approval
Pace the months and this novel
I am alone writing.


Whispering quietly
To myself
The wind rests and the leave sets in
In the middle of the crowd.
The unthinkable takes place
And the chaos surrenders
Tho the joy and amusement
A dinner cash offer.

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