2017- 39/365
Sometimes just sometimes.
It is hard to listen to you.
But when you say so much.
A little gets heard, that is true.
With everyone speaking,
Everyone sharing their views.
SO much is to comprehend.
And what is of my use?
Can I choose to not hear it all.
To close my ears as my refuge.
A lot unheard and untold,
For once hear me out too!
There is a scream deep inside.
Storm of a word or two.
Deep down – finding its way out.
Come to my rescue.
Show me trust so real.
Watch my heart’s truth.
As I follow my voices without any fear.
Insach 