If I would be an infant, I would cry my lungs out for some breath.
If I would be a toddler, I would wipe my eyes dry for some clearness.
If I would be a teen, I would yell my throat hoarse for some voice.
Now....
I am all of the above.
And the only thing I can bring out is silence,
as an empty vase in a field full of flowers,
under troubled skies.
Ann