if I am to lift my lost voice
will it find a safe path to climb
and holy ears open to receive
the dreams contained within?
if I am to raise my watering eyes
up toward the ever watching skies
will I find a face that remembers me
and visions of my once uncracked self?
and what if I just go in silence on
in solidarity with others’ weary walking
for the dusty promise of honeyed milk
what difference in the day to day?