Another push forward.
Stuck in a mob of onlookers.
Blocked in on all sides.
She didn’t want to be another bystander.
Cramped tightly within this pack – shoulder to shoulder – being pushed along.
All the while in silent opposition.
Caught in a tide of people.
Swaying when they swayed.
Moving when they moved.
When she finally lifted her voice, only a whisper came out – but it shook her free.
Generating a ripple of turning.
People looking over their shoulders – searching for the source.
Taking steps back when they finally found her.
Leaving her standing alone in the clearing.
As she looked around into their puzzled faces, she got the sense that something had shifted.
Feeling the weight of their questions caused her knees to shake.
They looked to her for what she’d say next.
But as her throat caught her words, and her nerve lost its way, she said nothing.
The moment soon passed, and at the next distraction the masses went wandering again.
Falling into step with one another.
All but the girl who whispered.
Unable to say anything more, but still compelled to break away,
She decided to walk against the crowd.