The Unspoken Interrogative
“How are you doing?”
The tone of voice is patiently caring.
The visage is tolerantly understanding.
The unspoken interrogative is neither.
‘Why aren’t you ‘cured’ yet?’
‘Why aren’t you back to normal?’
‘Must you be so overemotional?’
The unspoken imperative is demanding.
‘Put on your big girl panties and deal with it.’
‘You’re dwelling too much on this.’
‘Get over it, already.’
I, as human as any other, am malleable
in the hands of the fates.
I am as my crises have made me.
I have no answer for the unspoken.
Perhaps, the unspoken deserves no answer.
1 comment:
the unspoken deserves no answer!
Neither do the spoken!
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