An Ocean Of Thoughts

Voice~ A spoken word

     I always thought people were so much more better at putting the things I wanted to say onto paper. Their pens and ink created ways for my feelings and thoughts to vent. I would often read what they had to say and think in awe, "thats exactly what I wanted to portray". To me these anonymous people were my inspiration, paving ways on roads I would never travel down because I didnt have enough faith in myself to write something as meaningful as they had somehow managed to do. I spent hours watching people speak in such a way that the whole world held its breath.
     Their words gripped every inch of my soul and tugged on it with an unbreaking bond. I felt so inspired, so moved yet as soon as I sat down I would get overwhelmed by all the feelings rushing into my head crying "Pick me! Pick me!" I had so much to say yet the paper intimidated me and the pressure to write something great that would move others so deeply as these artists had moved me, filled me with dread; so I stopped. I stopped trying and continued watching my idols in awed silence. Yet there was one part of me that longed to be up there with them reciting the words to some great piece I had written, something that would dig deep into my audiences hearts and pull up their deepest emotions and desires like a fisherman struggling under the weight of some giant catch. But they never seemed right no matter how hard I tried.
     I marveled over how easy they seemed to do it, they never seemed scared or beaten; confidence oozed out of every pore of their being. It wasn't only the daunting task of writing such an emotional piece that held me back; I was scared to death of presenting. My shaking hands, tunnel vision, quick breathing self could never perform something I wrote with such godlike confidence as they did. "Picture everyone in their underwear", I had tried, all it had done was make me lose track of where I was and cause my words to trip over each other like a clumsy child taking their first steps. Yet despite all this the fiery desire to create burned in my soul brighter than a thousand suns. I barely talked yet I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs until my throat was hoarse with the words spewing out of it, I wanted to show I had a voice!
      I was standing around with some friends once when the world news was brought up. "The worlds messed up don't you think", One had said. "Yeah it is" is what I had replied, but what I really wanted to say was "Divorce rates are rising,  children in Syria are screaming as bombs are raining down on their homes, helpless little girls are being sold into human trafficking , thousand of woman and men are being raped every year, poverty is a plague that we could solve but we don't even make a dent in the bucket, homeless men and woman are treated as garbage and slum that we dont want in society, the age for deaths by suicide are growing younger and younger, Hell yeah our world is messed up and we aren't doing damn thing to change it!" But all I could manage was "yeah it is, isnt it".
     I have a voice, you have a voice, USE IT! The world needs people who are passionate and who will stand for the broken, rise when no one else does. Because if you have a voice then you can speak, and if you can speak you can make a difference. Push away the feeling of "I can't" because you can! Stand taller, speak louder, look at the world from a different angle, because that fiery passion burning inside of you will keep burning until has engulfed your whole being. The little spark can start a wildfire, so although you might feel small and incapable of creating anything that could impact a person let alone the world, try. Never give up on what drives you to continue; you have a voice, so use it.