Feel the storm

The words are there.

Waiting to be let free.

Another storm searching for the horizon.

Some only imagine being the bringer,

saying a few quiet words.

Some know.

With an echo of the voice,

 it changes.

You learn to restrain.

Not to refuse to speak,

 but how.

It is too easy to incite violence.

Create a reason for persecution.

Turn people against each other.

Trying to convince the same people to change?

Move past all of the prejudices,

and attempt to find a shadow of peace?

We all need to try,

 and then maybe.

I finally get to be a hermit.