Find them; find their unsaid stories or those stories will eat you alive.
There in your body's health or discomfort--women's stories. There in your hidden questions; your female relatives' stories. There in their closed lips and unspeaking eyes lies what you may sometimes feel you're dying of--
--Phantoms of untold daughters' stories. Love them. Love these longing-to-be- heard unsaids. Love them into being freely sung by each cell and then listen to the soundings of your life.