So many of us want to be heard.
Why should you listen to me?
Maybe you shouldn’t.
Yet I hope that you will.
For my voice is my hope.
Hope to leave a mark,
on this cold world of ours.
A mark of love and compassion,
for all living things.
Sometimes I question it.
Should I even keep going?
Does anyone really care?
Or are we all just shouting over each other.
I’m as bad an offender as any,
so caught up in my own pain.
I barely get a chance to read.
I exhaust my energy writing.
Hoping for praise.
Praying it will take me somewhere.
Somewhere better than where I’ve been.
To a place where I feel like I matter.
I’d explore and write of my journeys.
But would anyone want to hear it?
Or do we all just want to be heard?