You speak for the silenced one. You speak for the air, you speak to the leaves that fall off the trees. You touch the souls of the downtrodden, the ignored, the ones hungry for love. You will not stop shedding your tears until they have washed away the world’s darkness.
Know that the others do not mean to leave you in the dust, nor do they intentionally thrust you into the fire without a helping hand. They do not mean to cause you to be the sole voice screaming the injustices from the mountaintop.
They simply do not know how to consciously give words to these deep-felt emotions. They cannot fathom sweeping the dust to form the bones of what matters. They do not understand what has been brimming underneath, nor can they hear their heart songs murmur.
At least, not yet.
But with time, I believe, we will all, gently, give way to the song within, and slowly reveal the flower as yet budding in the deepest interior of our core.
Slowly yet gradually you will bloom into that flower that spreads the fragrance of love, that the world so desperately needs to smell.
You are one of the ancient souls which has seasoned through the numerous hard times of turmoils. Do not doubt your mission here. We need you, in all of your strength and lack-of-glory.
We need you, fearless, indomitable soul to continue your song for all those who have forgotten they have a voice.