Whisper the Cattails


I have been educated on my opinions –
It is best to keep them inside.
I am a vessel for another’s voice.
My voice is mute.
Full to the brim with my feelings
I have to scream them into a hole in the earth
Like Midas did his horrible truths.
And from that vocal earth
Cruel cattails will one day sprout.
They will whisper truths on the wind
The indignation I could not breathe aloud
The neutrality I shrugged off to shout justice
Will float on their dander
And be heard by all
In the fullness of time.

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