My words are like water droplets

Falling into the ocean of language.

Unseen, unheard, creating only the smallest ripple.

My words light a match

That flares brightly and dies.

But no,

Its fate can be changed.

To the still-burning embers.

Bend down, smell the smoke.

My words will not die out.

If we choose,

Heads down,

Eyes closed,

Hands folded in our laps,

We are anonymous.

I stand up,

Raise my voice.

A different path.

The embers spark.

The flame catches.

I choose to be heard.