Tuesday, November 9, 2010

In the Wind

Screaming at the top of my lungs
But sounds won’t come out.

Wanting desperately to be heard
Yet the words aren’t there.

Wondering why others can’t see
What I’m afraid to show.

Why aren’t there answers
To the questions left unasked?

What will it take to be seen?
To be heard?

What will remain if the mask
Is removed?

Tired of playing.
Tired of hiding.
Tired of hurting.
Tired of trying.

Surrender is welcome.
Reprieve is desired.

Screaming in the wind
Yet no one hears.