I stare at a page that cannot wait
For words to fill it with delight
Yet inside, the angst is heavy
With worry that I might
Break the moldy pattern
And shatter your insight
How? She asks will it unfold
The story that you’ve never told
I don’t know, she answers
Her lip quivering as she speaks
The page stares back defiantly
Ravenous for its snare
She turns her eyes away
If only it were another day
How do I reconcile
These feelings won’t go away
That so much of the world
Is fraught with dismay
I cried as I felt the collision
Of words, lies, and tunnel vision
Of fear, loss, and travesty
Yet hopeful that someday
We’ll rise again in unity
To pave the way for you
And then the bleakness settles in
When she asks but where do we begin
And I cannot answer
Because my hands are tied
My words restricted
My flow disrupted
Lost in a sea of evil corruption
I run, I race against the tide
She asks me if we should hide
I stop, stupefied
The wind kicks up
And the waves crash in
I wonder will they win
We have not lost, I whisper
So only she can hear
We have not lost
She shouts
With passion fanning flames
Break the mold
I whisper so only she can hear
Break the mold
She shouts
And then I grabbed her hand
Break the mold, we shouted
As the words became alive
Breaking through the ravenous whisper
No longer afraid to hide
The Rare Breakthrough of the Ravenous Whisper
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Laura, I love this. I have three platforms on FB where your poetry would fit.