The Untold

                          The Untold
                 
                  We wage a different war,
                  untellings harbored till deaths door,,
                  sacred faces lead us into battle.
                                               
                  Our sun sets on a different world,
                  where time cradles us to soothe
                  the rawness as we are stripped of our humanity.

                  The moon glows in a world that misunderstands us,
                  beauty created so brilliant it blinds the ignorant.
                  Oh, that this light will shatter the darkness! Battle on!

                  Yes, we wage a different war,
                    weary grow the soldiers heavy with their untellings,.
                    woven into our souls like a quilt, inseparable.

                    We have times to tuck away and remember no more.
                    Pictures, momentos to immortalize those that stay.
                    We are free, free, . . .Forgiven.

                    Yes, we wage a different war,
                    some soldiers go home. Battle won. Battle over.
                    Some stay to fight on, battle on!

                    The Untellings are not stories or dreams to be shared,
                    they are journeys scripted on the hearts and souls of women.
                    I wage a different war, yes, . . .forevermore......