If these hands could talk, they wouldn’t stop.
They would tell you stories of the past.
These hands would teach you lessons
of hard work and perseverance. These hands
would just because they could. All the scars,
callasses, bruises, and creases show others
that life is a long, winding road that eventually
ends. I can’t pretend that it has been easy.
But, if it were easy, what would it teach me?
These hands would tell you that it will be
okay. You will move on and see a new day.
If these hands could talk, you would understand
that I have gone to war, but came out alive.
Yes, these hands would tell you that I survived.
In this life, these hands have been wet, burned,
bloodied, hurt, and disregarded. But these hands
would tell you that we are just getting started.
If these hands could talk, they would scream:
“Hold me as I long for touch and acceptance”.
They would talk just to talk just like feet walk.
Tag: talking
Simon Says…
Get this bread. Fill your head.
Love endlessly. Laugh often.
Nail the coffin shut. Strut
your stuff. Call their bluff.
Say anything except “but”.
Find different ways to
fill your cup. Look up to
your friends, not your foes.
Survive the lows and enjoy
the highs. Become surprised.
Live through your own eyes.
Don’t wait until they dry.
It won’t last if you go faster.
Slow down in times of disaster.
No need to talk when you can
listen to the voices you have
been missing. Enjoy this time
as death will, one day, take
both you and me away.
Unspoken Words
Those who don’t speak
seek words that work.
Unspoken words dance
inside a musical mind
when they get the chance.
Unspoken words are not
heard but still can hurt.
Unspoken words are
thoughts that are caught
in a neurological web.
Unspoken words don’t
occur. They conquer
our ability to express.
They remain suppressed.
Let unspoken words
become spoken thoughts.
Free the words you keep
buried. Speak unspoken
words, so they are heard.
Speak words and don’t
just hear them: listen.
Listen and allow words
to be spoken – thoughts
to be expressed. Release
the words from within
and don’t forget to listen.
After Words
Afterwards, I felt better.
I said what I needed
to say. I needed to speak –
to allow my words to be
real – on the other side of
my skull – from my soul.
I needed to cool off: chill.
I tried to think before
I talked and after words,
I now know if I’ve been
heard. Beforehand, know
that I was hot and cold.
I was both young and old.
After words, I feel better.
I know I have grown up.
Afterwards, understand
my demand and take
my hand. Lead me to
a place that’s bright
and blue and open, too.
Where do we go after
words? Do we stay?
Either way, I will be here
before or afterwards.
The Violence in Silence
Sure, words can hurt me and you,
but have you ever been ignored?
The silent, but violent, lack-of-noise
should never be explored or adored.
The pain created from nothing soared
in the silence you can always afford.
The hurt can become overwhelming;
The truth in your silence is very telling.
I wish I could extract your thoughts
because you don’t want to talk.
There is no way to connect the dots,
but I notice something in your walk.
The silence surrounding you is heavy
and I want to hear words. I’m ready.
There is a certain violence in silence
that often appears with malice.
We can always think about our words,
but until they’re said, they’ll always hurt.