Unheard, Unspoken

I dreamed I was screaming  
but no one was listening  
everything I had to say  
remained unheard  
and even in these morning hours  
with sunlight on my face  
the memory lingers  
glistening on my cheeks  
 
Beaten down  
by my desires  
my eyes slide past a reflection  
in the vanity that can’t be me  
there’s a Devil in the details  
demons hidden in the pale blue  
of my averted gaze  
bright with reverse-revelation  
 
I dreamed I was screaming  
unheard  
in a room of laughing faces  
amid the strawberry delights  
of celebration  
and I can’t speak, I can’t voice  
these things that ghost me  
and shackle me to myself  
collective feminine eyes  
looking straight through me  
as if I wasn’t there at all  
 
© Indie Adams 2012