I've written enough poems about broken promises shattered resolve, empty chances and regrets beating at the back of my brain with a baseball bat... but not often have I written a poem about my ability to speak my ability to not shatter, but sway resolve with both a pen and a sword. I am human, and while my voice may not be heard by the whole I'm running it up the flagpole to see who salutes and if nobody does then I'll climb to the top of this **** building and scream.