Two people were in a relationship when one was speaking.
Every choice was discussed; again one was speaking.
Actions present here created with a distant mind.
Control and freedom within one was speaking.
Happy and silence are cherished for love and reward.
Fearing thoughts since a word is din. One was speaking.
A story continues, lagging with suppressed motivation.
But the story didn’t begin. One was speaking.
Candace unravelled. She pulled on strings to see if they were hers.
She wove the story of her intent. And then one was speaking.
I’ve been taking a Human Sexuality class at Wesley Seminary. I was inspired to write this poem based on guest lecturers from the Jewish Coalition Against Domestic Abuse (JCADA).
This is also my first time at trying to write a ghazal poem.
Photo at Wesley United Methodist Church in Alexandria, VA