The days I remind myself to shut up
seem to expand.
A brave new world of vast global communication
and still I hear this message inside and out to be quiet,
Nobody cares what you’re interested in.
The voices come mostly from inside, I suspect.
Echoes of my father’s “I don’t want to hear any more about it.”
Echoes of my mother’s “You don’t have to tell me about every single thing.”
But then how and where does this lonely country only child share?
Not in school. “Stop talking.”
Not with friends. “Nobody’s interested in that stuff.”
Not a church. “You ask too many questions.”
Ultimately it come to this: a pen, a notebook,
a keyboard, a file,
a blog spiraling its way into the vast emptinesses of hope
to friends I’ve never met
people I’ll never know
other voices needing to be heard.
All of us crying into the darkness in a desperate attempt
not to shut up.
– By Judy Wall Crump, 2012
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