Speak

“All work and no play

Makes Jack a dull boy”

Speak 

All work

No time to write the page

The words scream inside

Raging against the cage

Inside, the machine chugs on

Taking in events and feeling

Churning them together

Spewing out the words of healing

Emotions rage in exasperation

The words are hopelessly trapped 

Grinding and grating with no release

Bottling up at the exit capped

The lack of liberation

In no way impedes the making

The words form a clenched fist

Sometimes raised, sometimes shaking

Throughout time far reaching

Words have made a difference

Answering the challenges

Breaking through tyranny’s fence

Words escape the embittered heart

Finding a way to hands and feet

Marching in a unified call

Stepping in time to freedoms beat

Never underestimate 

The power of words spoken

They release the captive 

And give healing to the broken

Find the time

Find the way

Find the place

Find the day

Speak your truth

Speak your pain

Speak your message

Without fears refrain

Speak your hurting 

Speak your joy’s birth

Speak your sorrow

Speak your souls worth

Speak when it’s good

Speak when it’s bad

Speak when it’s happy

Speak when it’s sad

Speak 

Just speak

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

March 8, 2020