You have to say something

               One by one the scratches echo down from mind
to ink and parchment. The feeling of paper, rough, against
my arm. Scrolling. Holding. Hoping.

                Still a voice is choked. Held high is the respect
yet no notice is taken to the destination. Oh so careful
I am as I softly trace steps through sliding mud.

                Did the words falter? Did the emotion beckon?
Stationary the soul seems, left behind in a whirlwind
of confusion. Playing catch up to the mind, the memories
as the sky releases pent up anger. Oh how even I am
roaring, raging inside but so still, so quiet I remain.

                Step upon seconds enter into time as I laugh in
the meditiated thoughts. Such irony echoes and the
words are furnished with deafening layers of cotton.

                Soundproofing the spirit with strength that only
can exist with faith. Yes, perhaps, I dance in a funny
assembly line but the relaxation displayed before a
few means more than the gift of money. The weights
lifted and the renewal begins.

                 So yes, my first step today has to include
the necessary steps toward hugs, towards family who
want to help.

               So if you are willing, wanting to help,
step up to say something.