SPEAK
i know you hear me
struggling at the door
motion sick and heavy
uncertainty laces my thoughts
undoing conviction and binding my hands
steadfastly to emptiness
i pray for release
seemingly to no avail
i grapple with the thought of me
better and different
so much hard work
little validation
and worse
few soldiers
taking up the charge with me
i look around
stationed on an island
of loneliness
a great chasm
of woe
engulfing my spirit
changing me
from the outside in
goading me to let go
I know you hear me
SPEAK
Memos from the Middle 