No Voice

There is a clamour in here, voices loud and distinct,

and I am silent in the midst of it, invisible.

Their words come tumbling out, fine as gems from a mine,

only to be lost on deaf ears and time.

I want nothing more than to be put in understanding, to be heard for real,

but my voice gets muddled in all this indifference.

You can see them smile and give a nod, but their eyes are elsewhere,

putting my own needs in some kind of disarray.

To them I am an enigma they have no interest in getting involved with,

a puzzle they are content not to solve.

Still there is a fire in me, bright and insistent,

hankering for some connection and light.

So let their ears be cold; I will speak my truth with boldness.

I have found enough solace and grace in who I am to make peace with

my uniqueness, even in a place like this.