Words spilling, toppling, piling,
Words miles high and inches long.
What words come out may lead thoughts
Shatter dreams, end lives.
I have words within me, like
Piracy, plinth and magical,
Dreaming. These spell out or,
Rather, express the noise inside me.
Wanting a voice, yet feeling
Empty, unnoticed. It ends
All inspiration.
You may tell truth,
But it may not be heard,
Listened to, accepted.
I won’t rest, nor take breath
Until I am heard.
To you, what I say may
Not be important.
But to me,
It is everything.
Lily Portman 