I’ve been listening more than talking of late
a different role to play.
Make no mistake though, don’t get me wrong
there will always be lines on this page.
But this is a time for learning
about the scope and breadth of things.
The difference between internal
and external forms of turmoil.
I consider it somewhat self-imposed
the battle I currently wage.
The war is deep within me
and it is mine to fight alone.
The angels keep flying, the poets keep speaking
leaving clues for me in their wake.
I am more interested in collecting those things
and stealing away with them.
To the quiet places in my heart
where I build things that were destroyed.
To the silent places in my soul
where I can whisper before I speak.
The clues are endless, inspiration abounds,
when you are not begging to be heard.
Like a trail of bread crumbs left behind
the hungry will find you.
It’s different for me to be silent
and not the one starving to death.
Not needing someone to validate
the choices that I’ve made.
Maybe I am finding myself
in these footsteps on this road.
Or maybe I missed the turn
that told me which way to go ;)
Either way I’m listening now
and more and more words abound.
For me to hear, for me to write
for me to step out from behind.