by Jennifer L. Freed

And you become
a stillness—
faint, slight,
a sheen on your smooth head.

Language leaves
your tongue,
from the blue of your eyes.

The darkness—all those years—
now light
as air. Your hands

Musical composition by Victor David Sandiego

Jennifer L Freed's work has appeared in various journals and anthologies including Poetry East, Common Ground Review, Citron Review, The Healing Muse, and Forgotten Women: A Tribute in Poetry. Her chapbook, These Hands Still Holding, was a finalist in the 2013 New Women's Voices competition.  She lives with her family in central Massachusetts.