She

They say the things that finally break you, Are the words caught in your throat, And she has years of thoughts not uttered, Crammed in the pockets of her coat. A whisper amongst a world That's learnt only to speak, Where silence must be broken For the proof that it is weak. But wherein lies the weakness, Of keeping words held in your hand? When others listen to reply She listens to understand. Surely it's strength when things unspoken, Fill the room up to the brim, And she's the only one among them Who was taught herself to swim.