Christine Ray, shouting to the dawn
once
I whispered my truths
to the unfeeling dawn
unheard
unacknowledged
my words
began to build up
choke me
and in that stifling silence
I discovered a voice within myself
hot with rage
pain
deep in my soul
simmering
bubbling
in my gut
that erupted
unexpectedly
like a volcano
cleared away
the debris in my throat
I didn’t intend to shout my truths
but now that I have the dawn’s attention
I am reluctant to let it go
it does not feel
like time to go back to sleep
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