Hear me, Listen.

Tehre are teims in my life wehn ohtres dno't konw... taht I spaek.

And, Tehre are teims in my life wehn my wrods...dno't maen a tihng.

Is it my meek vioce taht you cna't haer? Am I ifnreoir? Why msut I be ingroed?

Haer me, oh firned.

faethr.

mohter.

brthoer.

Haer the pian I hvae lnog hled whtiin me. The iorn of srorow I hdie in qieut.

Smeotmies I hvae flet so aolne in a room abnuadnt.

Muoths chtater aawy, wihle I sit aonlg queitly. Froegtten.

Smoeteims I am oevrsahowed by yuor accmoplhsmnets. Froegtten.

I am teh edlset. And Tehre is so much wiehgt I msut crray. Srthetgh, I feel lkie I dno't hvae.

How hrad is it to be the frist to go to cllogee out of hgih soochl? to alppy? rgesiter for Tsets?

Wehn Egnislh ins't even my frist lnagauge and my own, not mnie?

I dno't konw.

I don't know.

Can you hear me?

Can you understand my words?

I shall never repeat them again, for they are gone.

Gone, because I am not lost anymore.

Hear me. Hear me well. And hear me clear.

Now, my Friend. My Father. My Mother. My Brother.

I love you. Heart, mind, body, and soul.

I am not the old me, for I am renewed. reborn.

Through faith, through trials, through questioning myself.

I ponder these thoughts, and gather them where I can hold the basket of overflowing thought.

You will hear me. You will. One. Day.

My Voice Will Rise.

 

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