un-compromised –

no one listening.

irrelevant – the need to be heard.

sometimes we just cannot contain the emotion –

corral the words back to their silent place –

deep inside.

and so we sing…

sometimes –

the song –

becomes our anthem.

rebellion shouted from lungs trapped in a shell of perceived should-have-been –

could-have-been.

the escape becomes our escape.

the release –

our freedom –

sometimes…

and then –

sometimes –

we no longer hear the music –

and there –

facing the silence –

when we feel we’ve nothing left to say.

before we bow –

final curtain call –

we close our eyes –

and sometimes we just – pray…