stay quiet


and I stay quiet

Somewhere along the way I’ve learned not to say a word.

That my voice falls unworthy on holy ears and my truth is unwelcome in its need.

That it is  bothersome and requires too much.  Its presence leaving a thick trail of requirements in its wake.

Requirements that never wish to be fulfilled.  a burden and a weight that ultimately gets dropped behind a fleeing soul that does not want to carry any additional pressure.

And so I pick it back up, placing it quickly back  into my shoulder bag, ridden with guilt and shame over having shared a need that was mine to bear.

hoping I would  learn this time.  Until I don’t again.

But until I don’t, I stay quiet.

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