Speak For Me

Nothing speaks for me

Not a poem,
a note, or my
I just want to be heard:
a head nod
a hand touch
a heart throb
to let me know
you hear me
But you don’t
Instead, you listen
to them
like you do
Full eyes, full lips
mostly open arms
Greeting each one
But not me
I always, in all ways
held your baggage
opened doors
crossed the walk
to make sure you didn’t get splashed
but you just couldn’t see

Nothing speaks for me
Not 257 pages
or five volumes of poetry
or those 1,328 people
who mark themselves
my Friends
They are not here
to say a word
They don’t lay in my bed
Stare at my ceiling
Or dry the tears
I cried last night

Nothing speaks for me
So don’t judge me
by my actions
my words
or these grandiose ideas
That seem to fill
my head, my heart
look to your God to
give you grace
ease your conscience
heal your wounds
from the things you
convinced yourself
I had done

And when you’re eating
or drinking good wine
I will whisper to you
no more
Because nothing speaks for me
ever again




Suffering Love Laughing At Myself is the first poetry book of Adam Fletcher Sasse and is available at https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1492244651/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=thefreechildp-20&camp=1789&creative=9325&linkCode=as2&creativeASIN=1492244651&linkId=f44cc486f1762084454de9227854ae90

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