When Is Tt My Turn To Speak?
I don’t speak much.
I don’t chatter with classmates about boys and hair.
I don’t wax poetically about life and its delights.
I don’t grunt with anger or whine in distress
To random strangers who care nothing less.
I am the quiet one sitting by the edge.
Balanced on the ever delicate ledge.
When thoughts touch my mind
Like a child’s poking hands,
I hold it with care
In soft gentle hands.
I don’t squeeze it or punch it,
Demanding answers not there.
I ask it politely
For what it has to share.
I explore all its facets,
All the turns it can take,
And draw up an answer
From that which I make.
But when I attempt to share
All the thoughts I have heard,
The time has passed to speak
And someone else steals my turn.
Everyone has important thoughts.
Everyone has something to share.
So why don’t you just take a break
And let us take to the air.
The Gibber-jabbers and Chatty Mocks,
The Oh-Yes men and Sentence Locks,
Let the Quiets say their words.
It doesn’t hurt to just once learn
The thoughts all the Quiets think
But are missed because they’re without speech.
So when another opens up
To share themselves with you,
Don’t stop them in their tracks.
Let them speak their thoughts too.