Speak up they say
And so I do
Speak up they say
I can’t hear you
I try and try to open my mouth
To raise my voice and to be heard
I speak and yet I get no response
I ask and yet I hear no answer
Speak you say?
But no one can hear
Be loud you say?
But no one answers
How can I feel comfortable with sharing if I feel like I am yet another voice in the wind?
A murmuring people never hear
How can I feel like I am heard if I am just a whisper in this world?
I want to share my words
Yet feel more drained than if I never say them
But if I am silent these pent up words push through—exploding in protest
How does one understand such complexities?
How does one navigate through a spoken world full of double meanings?
What I wish to say
Do I really know?
What I want to say
Can I ever just say no?
I am a whisper in the world
Never truly heard, never truly known
I am the the wind, a breath, a sigh
That silent pause between words
That moment in thought
You ask me to speak and I want to
The words push and pull—as harsh as the sea current
You say you want to hear and I wish you to
To hear the ceaseless thoughts and contemplations
So I speak in the silence
The only language that feels like home
The only language that can cross cultures and borders and unknowns
Silence makes everything seem louder.
So silence is louder than words.
~M
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