If Only... Poem Final

If her pencil could dance across a page 

drawing would impress them

 If her fingers could travel down the scale

then maybe B followed by C would make them hum the tune

The talents possessed by all 

were talents she did not carry 

perhaps 

If ears heard her words as a muse 

instead of an untuned note 

her throat wouldn't be the most sore in the room 

It was strange, priorly, 

the pencil didn't need to dance 

she did

her fingers flipped through pages and pulled hair back 

while humming any tune she pleased

the talents she possessed 

were strong enough for the walls of her cornered home 

but in society 

they would falter and weaken 

by the lips and deeds of Another 

The world approached her differently than the one she had known 

the pencil moving instead of her feet 

was promising 

the tune the piano sung instead of her own 

was engaging 

but not to him. 

every movement, hum, and whisper 

was promising, engaging, and captivating

the talents she did not carry 

were talents he did not find a need to be possessed. 

So he refused to allow her words to fade to a whisper

he tempered them, mastered them, 

even though, she had rejected him in the worst sense, he still thought the tune her lips  

carried were ardent phrases
 sweet and refined  

even if only to him

alas, the words led to a 

tear her pride,

but it relieved him of her prejudices 

and although it felt damaging,

 it was

Till this moment she never knew herself