I wonder, sometimes

I wonder--

how can it be?

I know my voice is strong.

It climbs mountains;

sings hope clear and free.

You hear it.

My voice overflows

with wisdom and comfort and joy

so why

can't they hear me?

Reviews

[~Mary Ann~]

They can't hear you... because they have music on... :) Words spoken will only be heard by the ones who have an open heart and an open mind. Or when one needs comfort and joy. But please never stop speaking or sharing your ink... as there are many that need comfort and joy... and so many more than listen. :p

Great questions Emily! ;p

[JohnL]

The essence of this poem is so powerfully expressed. I hear it.
The problem, and the answer to your question however are not in the voice - they are in the ears which are either closed or absorbed in the audio sludge pumped out to us by the media, musak, even our telephones. those who don't object to it don't listen, those who do object can't hear anything else, yet God spoke through the earthquake, wind and fire and managed to reach Elijah with a 'still, small voice'. Food for thought. How I long for - in the words of the song - 'The Sound of Silence' to allow me to listen out for what I should hear.

[Raef C. Boylan]

You know...a few more dashes...and that other poetic Emily would be beaming-proud.

"My voice overflows
with wisdom - and comfort - and joy -
so why -
can't they hear me?" Tee hee.

I don't know who the actual, intended addressee of this poem was, but I feel like it could be aimed at many WC members, including myself, who admire your strength of personality as well as your writing. Who are those that cannot here? Those much closer to you? Or further away? Maybe the rest of the world, ignoring your wise pleas for harmony and love?

I especially like the lines -
"I know my voice is strong.
It climbs mountains" - because it's both pure passion and quirky humour.

Great piece. Thanks for sharing it with us.

[BrightEyes]

yes but are you screaming it for them anyway? or for yourself, for the very joy to be had in the releasing of all that good within you, to be carried upon the wind. sometimes, it seems that those we so wish to hear us cannot. it could be in the timing, it could be in Fate, destiny or design, hard to say. Never stop releasing all those good things though Em; for someone, somewhere, even if you are not aware of it, receives that gift.

[just is]

Interesting write as well as sad.
Makes you ponder.
Wonderfully put.

[Solst Rapture]

How perfect! I wondered why I have been asking that question; you have clearly been asking it and I have been writing about it, so how did I hear it?

This is right for me this very moment Emily. Thanks. Moments like this make me wonder if I understand any said design. How does one have faith in themselves?

[Frank Terino]

passionately scripted and subtlely powerful emily, capturing your audience with ease, depth and feature
well written, insightful and a pleasure to read.

[Doug]

your voice always helps me. thanks.

[Stiver]

I'm feelin' ya here, Em. Sometimes they just don't hear.

[Dezaraye]

This is a sad piece. I feel like this all the time. I'm talking and crying and screaming, but no one can hear me ... it's a lonely place to be.

[☮]

As long as you can hear yourself, your job is done. Very interesting perspective though... we all at many times feel that we fall on deaf ears. Nice write.