If They Only Knew
A poem about the unconscious masculine
If they only knew there are women alone in their homes that dance to music
so full of love that it has nowhere to go
it pours out onto their cheeks, the floor and is released into the universe
they cry because they are left alone and unseen
unseen because the masculine has walls that are so thick
even the tears of loving women couldn’t wash away the mortar
the walls that were built to protect against warring tribes that no long war
the walls steadfast around the heart as beauty, love and connection remains outside
waiting for the bridge to lower
the women continue to dance
the music is overcome by the deafening silence
the tears continue to fall
If they only knew
Denise G
A Short Bio
An empath with newly discovered passion for writing. I find writing helps me release emotions that I carry, sometimes they are not even my own emotions, an emotional sponge so to speak. Creativity is where I find balance and release. I’m a long time photographer, mostly nature and travel photography and have recently started painting as well. I am in my renaissance, metamorphic stage or mother to crone transition in life.
I have a personal blog which contains some of my writing and photography.