For something different

Here is a poem I wrote that I thought I would share with you.

My Client, a Survivor

By Rebecca Klamert

Her voice suddenly quiet,
she hesitates.

It’s her second call today.

Each resembles the last.

They all start the same:

a timid voice speaks my name;

a force of energy upon knowing its me;

a need to explain, doubtful I’ll believe.

This time she hopes

for a different response.

They all end the same:

after an intense conversation,

a hesitation,

and the soft whisper of goodbye.