It is time to open words stored in safe spaces.
Behind the clock where time passes unaware.
Behind the freezer where thoughts hunger for truth.
Behind the bed where slumber overtakes rage.
November cannot come soon enough for words.
Words cannot wait to learn their fate.
Voices may be denied, decried, deceased.
But, words?
Words persist long after we are gone,
long after we overcome, or we are overcome.
Speak now, beyond the pain and indifference to them.
Speak now while breathing still moves you to act.
Speak now into a future which never looks back.
Speak your words, joined with mine;
words recorded for all time.
annarino writes 