She always listens

I used to know what honor was. She was the wheel who would not listen. The womb that refused to grow in my heart. The room that was filled with words we spoke backwards into the darkness. Loving silence enveloped us, but maybe we’re better off not knowing. I used to want to stop her wish: to be the first woman in outer space. I once believed I was the sentry and she stopped me before going to the wheel where the gallows lay. I once believed I wouldn’t give her any less. But we are humans first and I must honor that.