To Be Heard

When we write, what is our goal?

Is it simply a way to catalog the fragments of our soul?

A method to be heard?

Or none of these things at all?

 

I write for my friends

who are shut up by our society.

I write for my family

whose love knows no bounds.

I write for my enemies

who are as likely to tear me apart

as hungry street hounds

who have gone too many days without a meal.

 

These poems don't have to be spoken aloud.

The words spilling on this page may not be heard.

 

Is it enough that it only exists?

 

My Anger and my Love share the same format

of speaking

and have the same probability to be heard.

 

As long as my feelings reach them,

my friends, my family, my enemies,

it is enough.

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