A single 
small thought
creeps into my mind.
Open me, it says,
like it's a tresure chest.
It clings to the very edge
of the sea of thoughts,
not wanting to let go.
I peer at it,
scared to open it
and let it flow free.
I edge closer.
My curisoty overpowers me
and I turn the key.
It gives a soft creak
and says words I'll never forget.
If you never use your voice,
no one can hear you.
If you never write your thoughts,
you won't remember.
If you never remember to use your voice
in one way or another,
what difference will you make?
I grin.
Why was I worried?
These are words that inspire,
not anger.
I begin
in a messy scrawl
to write this thought down
and many others
that will help me make a difference
and use my voice.