Speak.
Speak the words.
Don’t let them die
in your throat.
Don’t hoard away
the treasures that you carry,
like a dragon
beneath a mountain.
For even dragons fall asleep
for thousands of years
and are forgotten.
Their terror and their treasure
both succumb
to the passage of time
and the feeble memory
of generations.
Speak.
Speak the words.
The one’s you’ve made
to chase away the darkness.
Open your mouth
and let them flow from you,
like a fountain of fire.
Speak.
Speak the words.
The ones that have
kept you warm
on cold, winter nights.
Speak the sparks
the have kindled
the fires in your heart.
The beacons
that have helped you
carry on.
Speak.
Share your fire.
Show your flame.
Let it devour all those
who would stand against you.
Do not hoard
the treasures within you
to be forgotten
under the mountain of time.
Speak.
Speak the words.
The ones that set your eyes alight
and give you purpose.
There are so many
out there,
cold,
and lost in the darkness
that know no fire
of their own.
Speak.
DJR – 2022
