I am not here
to wage a war of wills,
I am carrying concerns
too heavy, too still.
Which gather like weights
deep inside my chest,
until my silence
can no longer rest.
Can you hear my voice rising,
as I plot my tactful course,
but you miss the frustration
trembling at its worried source.
I speak out in haste,
as I fear my words will fade,
because these feelings
have been long delayed.
It is not anger which drives
my urgent demands,
but, it is with hope that you
will finally understand.
Through all of this noise,
beneath the strain,
There is a caring soul
that is tired and in pain.
And I am not here
for the victory,
I am just hoping
for some humility.
So please, listen out
for the softness
within my voice,
brevity is my only choice.
I am now desperately trying
to break through,
with hands outstretched,
to talk with you.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 4:04 AM UTC
I am not here
to wage a war of wills,
I am carrying concerns
too heavy, too still.
Which gather like weights
deep inside my chest,
until my silence
can no longer rest.
Can you hear my voice rising,
as I plot my tactful course,
but you miss the frustration
trembling at its worried source.
I speak out in haste,
as I fear my words will fade,
because these feelings
have been long delayed.
It is not anger which drives
my urgent demands,
but, it is with hope that you
will finally understand.
Through all of this noise,
beneath the strain,
There is a caring soul
that is tired and in pain.
And I am not here
for the victory,
I am just hoping
for some humility.
So please, listen out
for the softness
within my voice,
brevity is my only choice.
I am now desperately trying
to break through,
with hands outstretched,
to talk with you.
©️Lizzie Bevis
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