Why I'll Read This Poem

I’ll read this poem with a sad tone of voice and
I’ll take deep breaths frequently
To add dramatic pauses.


I’ll read this poem quietly at first,
Then build in intensity until my voice sounds like thunder.


I’ll read this poem as if each word takes
Lots of courage and


I’ll pretend that reading it doesn’t make me want to scream.


I’ll read this poem to show the world that I’m alive

And I’m here
And I know what my own voice sounds like.


I’ll read this poem quickly and then maybe
The moment won’t seem to drag on.


I’ll read this poem to convince myself that
Getting out of bed this morning was the right decision.


I’ll read this poem to show all those cynics out there that
I care enough to talk about it.


I’ll read this poem as my voice shakes and
My face grows pale and
My eyes become sadder than the words do.


I’ll read this poem with a tired gaze and
A faded hope that was once so strong,
A hope that someone out there will hear this poem and
Decide it’s time to read their own.
Maybe that’s why I‘ll read this poem.