I write to set free parts of me,

come out from the darkness, 

take a chance to breathe deep.

Fresh air surrounds

where ambiguity is thick 

I can say what I need,

only their thoughts will stick.

Everyone hears truth.

Words means things? Oh, meaning is loose.

While I mourn my lost love,

he hears the song

his mother used to sing.

Though she is gone,

The tune lingers. It rings.

My words surround her, over there,

with memories of beaches

salt in her ginger salt.

Yet I can hide behind

my wall of words so bright they blind.

My lost love hears what he has lost,

debating now: What was the cost?

Look into my puzzle, 

my syllabic cacophony. 

Let my words paint with memories.

Let all who wish to lend an ear,

laugh, and cry, and holler and cheer.

I wish to be heard,

by all who need to feel.

I wish to be heard,

by those who need to heal.

I wish to be heard,

by those who wish nothing at all.

Will they thin the air I've made thick?