Can you hear me?
I am swirling in the white abyss of thoughts turned to words of expression
My lips move and I feel the vibrations pass my vocal chords
I hear my words reverberate into the air waves and I wait for recognition
I wait for you to take a break from your own thoughts long enough to indicate that the sounds of my voice have reached you
That the sounds of my voice actually mean something to you
That the sounds of my voice prove that I am part of the landscape of this moment
There are times when it makes me think that I am vapor hanging on to the fabric of the images in my mind
Something invisible to others but a part of itself
I turn inward and try not to feel alone
I turn inward and try not to feel abandoned
I turn inward and try not to cry
What do I gain by forcing my voice to those who are so busy listening to their own that they don’t even see me?
Must I be socially validated by being heard?
Are you there?
Maybe neither one of us are
Time to regroup and realize that you can’t validate my space in my mind
Is it possible that I can not hear myself?
Is it possible that I have created the lack of attention?
That I have created a voice that is not heard?