Noises

This world can be quite loud

for those who choose to remain voiceless.

The sounds come from all kinds

of big and small voices.

But there are also noises

that feed into our purpose

that weigh with more meaning

than what’s heard on the surface.

Boom boxes carry lifelines

without volume limitations

that can beat louder than a

flat line with no heart palpitations.

We’ve voiced ourselves in world wars

and fights for integration.

But we’ve lost the sole purpose

of all communication

because the noises we hear

no longer include conversation.

And without speaking to you

I feel the weight of 3 nations

relying on my voice to announce to all creation

“I’m Here.” And I’m ready to listen

to the words that you spill

with all kinds of intentions.

Their meaning to you is all that needs to be mentioned

for me to hear you and say

“I can follow your direction.”

But, is it my turn now?

I’m ready for the words held within to come out.

I have a voice

that can be heard

over 10 million crowds…

But you won’t give me a chance

To whisper let alone shout.

This has to be a hallway

with only open doors

for you to understand the reasons of

why my heart mourns

and why the sound of it resonates

with waves crashing on shores.

You’re speaking in two directions

and my ears are being torn.

Torn from bruising

and lying

and misshaped

ugly words

that are the results of year long

miscommunication wars.

I’m opening my heart

but, to let you in.

I want you to envision where I’m going.

I want you to know where I’ve been.

You see, this world can be quite loud

and I’m done being reliant

on a life where you talk

and I remain

silent.