Be Loud, Be Found

We get so tangled in those sticky webs of life’s complexities that we often forget
That tiny essential process of asking
and acknowledging our innermost desires.

We move so fast to get ahead of time; no pause such that we lose ourselves And our expunging is complete when
everyone else’s needs but ours count.

We wade voluminous waves to stay afloat our mind and bodies bruised and battered By whims of others and crumbled wishes
remain unseen by changeless hearts.

We plod on laced with embers of hope that some day we will recognise ourselves Amid the bones buried in forgotten-land
layered into Mountain Could-Have-Been.