Fainting Goat

Although I’d likely consider myself shy and coy, 

Occasionally withdrawn from the crowd, 

There are many facets of an observer.

For one,

The ultimate observer can detect feigned emotion,

last week  

she reached out  

brushing my cheek  

with her soft steady touch  

her whispers filled the air  

gentle

i hear it now.

not a whisper

nor a shout

i hear it now.

the future

a call

distant

melancholy?

i can’t help

but wonder

how much am I leaving behind?

i hear it now.

Once there was a man

Who could

Do

It

All.

A man of many arts

The stage

The desk

The microphone

note: this is not targeted at anyone, it’s just my opinion :)

Writing is my pulse,  
my breath,  
my way of being.  
They don’t own my words,  
my thoughts,  
my voice.