This is about feeling as though your voice has been taken from you. I actually had laryngitis when I wrote it but a comment by a family member was the real inspiration.
A poem about the man I was dating. He was a carpet cleaner by trade and very non-committal in the relationship. Wishy-Washy indeed!
Something I wrote after a particular relationship ended badly, yet I still wanted to fix him.
A poem I wrote in 1993. I was thinking about the custom of the woman walking behind the man and the real reason behind it.