Whisper

I hold the story in my head,

Where it swirls in circles, searching to be heard.

Looking for words, strong yet gentle enough to alarm, without alarming.

Like breezes scattering leaves, my words scatter people.

Words

Like buds on bare branches, slowly opening,

To crown trees in glorious colour,

Turning red in their dying.

Falling

On deaf ears.

Words

What words are right for those wronged?

Whispers

Louder than screams.

Who will listen to the whisperer whispering?

I hush, listen,

And hear them,

They whisper back.

"It's not your fault, it's not your fault. We hear you."