Silent Speeches
I have wanted to be heard for so long
I have screamed and cried inside my head,
But I couln't find the courage to speak a word.
I have mentally begged for someone to listen,
Laid my soul bare in a language nobody else could understand.
I have wanted to be heard for so long.
I never thought that writing could help me.
Much less writing poetry.
It was just one more waste of time
And it wouldn't make anyone listen.
I have wanted to be heard for so long.
I started writing because people told me I should,
I just figured why not.
I wrote what I felt and I didn't care if people liked it.
I just wrote for me.
I just wanted to be heard.
The more a wrote the more I felt seen.
I let my poems be read and I read my poems to people.
With every word I wrote and every phrase I shared
I stepped a little closer to the microphone.
I started being heard.
I joined a poetry club at my school.
I shared more of my poems and and wrote my story
And grabbed that microphone and turned up the volume.
My silent speeches were no longer silent.
I was heard.
Truly heard, and understood,
And I realized that I don't have to wait for someone to hear me.
I can make myself heard, and people will listen,
And the key to that, for me, is poetry.
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