The Words She Didn’t Say

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She wanted to speak, but the words wouldn’t come.

They stuck in her mind like pavement to gum.

Release me, release me the words cried today.

I’m afraid, she said, as she held them at bay.

We will be heard, they told her with force.

She shook her head to quiet their source.

They rattled around in the core of her brain,

But got up again and began to raise Cain.

Leave me alone, she shouted out loud.

They mocked her and told her they came in a crowd.

So even if caught and turned  out to sea,

Others would come and one day be free.

It must be the holidays because I’ve just written a poem with the same meter as ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas. Good Lord.

My usually introspective self typically becomes more reflective during the holiday season, and I believe this poem officially crosses the line to brooding.  However, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of the year, and Teresa and I once again look forward to making the trip to the Upstate to spend an evening with her family in the recreation hall of the First Baptist Church of Fingerville, South Carolina.  Even if I didn’t love her family, I’d go to a Baptist Church with that name.

To everything there is a season, and this is the season for being thankful before the madness that is Christmas and New Year’s Day overwhelms us.  My wish for each of you is the familiar admonition to count your blessings and name them one by one. And if there are words you want or need to say to someone, set them free.

From our family to yours – have a safe and Happy Thanksgiving!

Published by Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is a personal historian, essayist with humorist tendencies, lesbian activist, truth seeker and speaker in the tradition of other female Texas storytellers including her paternal grandmother. In December, 2017, the University of South Carolina Press published her collection of first-person accounts of a few of the people primarily responsible for the development of LGBTQ+ organizations in South Carolina. Southern Perspectives on the Queer Movement: Committed to Home will resonate with everyone interested in LGBTQ+ history in the South during the tumultuous times from the AIDS pandemic to marriage equality. She has published five nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay compilation and two collections of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. Her first book, Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing received a Golden Crown Literary Society Award. Her writings have been included in various anthologies including Out Loud: the best of Rainbow Radio, Saints and Sinners New Fiction from the 2017 Festival, Mothers and Other Creatures; Cowboys, Cops, Killers, and Ghosts (Texas Folklore Society LXIX). She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike, Charly and Carl. She is also Naynay to her two granddaughters Ella and Molly James who light up her life for real. Born in rural Grimes County, Texas in 1946 her Texas roots still run wide and deep.

12 replies on “The Words She Didn’t Say”

  1. Sheila I always enjoy reading your words. Isn’t it interesting that sometimes in life we actually regret the words we didn’t let free more than the words we did? I am thankful we are family…I got all my sister and me. ….I digress. Wishing you and yours a blessed Thanksgiving. Love and hugs cousin!

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    1. Hi Heather,
      Yes, sometimes we miss the opportunities to speak our own truths – we never know if we’ll have another one. I am thankful for all of my Boring family – the connection and bond from my mother. I hope you all have a wonderful and blessed Thanksgiving in Texas!!
      I am also thankful for your words of encouragement on my blog – it means a lot to me!
      Love to all,
      Sheila

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  3. I think it’s something the November air that nurtures introspection. Maybe it’s the wood smoke, crisp air, bare bones trees – time to turn inward. I love the image of words stuck “like pavement to gum.”

    Happy Thanksgiving and safe travels.

    Love,
    Ann

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    1. Ann,

      I think you are so right! I am reminded of the saying The hurrieder I go the behinder I get. That’s how I feel at the end of every year – and particularly the ones after 60!
      You have much to look forward to!!

      Feel better and avoid ticks like the plague!

      love,

      Sheila

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    1. Thanks so much, Bob – and I am most thankful for you and your encouragement over the past six years – I would have quit long ago without you!!
      Happy Thanksgiving to you and Margaret and the boys and pups, too!!

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