i have something to say.
no matter whether i am believed or disbelieved,
rewarded or punished,
praised or belittled.
i must say what i have to say.
there is no other way.
yet should i say it poetically
only the poets would hear.
should i try selling it to voters
it would become lost in politics.
if i were to sing it
it would dance for a while,
then fade into unpopularity.
if i were to paint a picture of it,
its colors would speak for a while,
then dry into a dead permanence.
if i were to scream it,
yell it everywhere i go,
it would run in fear and anger,
recoiling into the shadows awaiting another day.
were i to put it into law,
it would lie scorned by the rebellious nature.
were i to kill for it,
it would wither itself into a lonely grave.
were i to represent it by any form,
surround it with words and deeds,
still there would seem an incompleteness to it’s nature.
yet if i were to ignore it,
stifle it as a repressed heart never to be expressed,
my Soul would cry ceaselessly unto the dying ages.
i have something to say,
and so with an inadequate word, i say