Silences Learned

Today, a continuation from a post earlier this week……

* * *

Why does he say,
‘You can’t put that in writing’
?”

I ask the Go-To girl,
the one closest to his age,
born just sixteen months before him.

They’d been close,
shared a lot of years together
before the rest of us appeared on the scene.

Don’t know,
she says,
but after a pause
comes back with more:

“Once
as a kid
he said it somewhere –
to a teacher
or scout master –
something about home,
and later got in BIG trouble for it.
Was told never to do it again.
Promised he wouldn’t.”

Ahh, I like it when things make sense.
Cat in middle of street.
A brother’s response.

Silences learned.

The unwritten rules
pressed in hard on him
still.

* * *

Not to worry,
I told my brother.
It was just an assignment.
All over and done with.
An isolated incident.

* * *

What my brother said all those years ago….,”
I said to Wally the other night.

“…has affected everything,” he said,
finishing my sentence,
not as a question,
but as a statement.

“I was going to say ‘has affected nothing.'”
Interesting, that.

* * *
One of the nice things
about marrying young
and staying married a long time is
your spouse is a first-hand witness to so much of your truth,
there’s no escaping it.

“Then you will know the truth,
and the truth will set you free.”- John 8:32
True, that.

Do you have a hidden story?

* * *

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About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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4 Responses to Silences Learned

  1. deidra says:

    I love these words. Maybe because last night I watched a movie that will stay with me. A secret had been kept for far too long and I found myself clenching my fists and wishing him to just say it. He finally did…in the very last scene.

    Oh, the power of the words spoken out loud. They change everything. Or nothing. Or both.

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  2. Marilyn says:

    Oh, my my my. I’m afraid I may be floating out there on another thought-stream, destination unknown, with this thread (like the Joanie stories). Hang on tight!

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  3. Wonderful. I love these words on which I can hang so many of my own. It sounds as though Julia Cameron’s book is an inspiration. It is blessing us too, in the thoughts it prompts.

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  4. timkeen40 says:

    Good words. Thanks for sharing them.

    http://timkeen40.wordpress.com

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