What do you do when the silent space of your mind decides it wants to be heard?
Screaming in echoed holler, I hear the vibration of words.
Muffeled and stifled
Humming in my head, reminding me I’m not dead.
I can’t decipher what is being said.
Damn crazy head!
I stay on alert waiting for the silence to strum up the courage to speak.
It isn’t silence that I fear.
I’ve sat in that year upon years.
For the chatter, I wait.
Luring it I dangle bait.
My intentions are pure, hoping the words offer a cure.
If ever a whisper,
or even a howl,
I’ll interpret it
best I know how.