Friday 30 November 2012

Handing over a flock of words




Perhaps there
I see a day
I shall say it.
Shout it.
Scream it.
Or whisper it.
This day my voice
Will know the volume
As it finds the ears
Those need the words.
The words
that have been
pending to be heard.
I shall say them
Even if the voice shakes
But it’s the shaking
That means it’s worth.
I shall say it
Because the moment
Will not be stolen
However
It will convince me
To surrender it over
gladly.

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