Hope

Shorter, random poem

Close my eyes,
the world's spinning 'round,
with every word unspoken
making every sound.
All too loud to be ignored.
All too light to be heard.
But the whispers,
silent gasps of hope,
force the insecurities
to grab on and hold.
All too strong to be ignored.
All too empty to be heard.
Feel my heart,
throbbing to a beat,
fighting to survive,
dancing 'til it's free.
Never too loud, but never ignored.
Never too full, but always heard.
Never too light and always felt.
Grasping on loosely, but always still held.