Everything is still and safe, but I’ve been silent for so long. I’m not asking for a storm — just a little breeze will do. Or maybe even a wisp of a breath.
Be careful what you wish for, they warn me. But chimes don’t make music when there’s no wind.
Perhaps you should have been laughed at
for you to understand ridicule
Perhaps you should have been turned down
for you to understand rejection
Perhaps you should have been left hungry
for you to understand deprivation
Perhaps you should have been washed out
for you to understand me