Unmute

Tell me about the words
that flow through your veins
on a soft autumn afternoon

Tell me about the coffee
that you brew for yourself
on days that you feel
far off and alone

Tell me about the nights
where you sung yourself to sleep
not because you were tired
but because you felt too tired to be asleep

Tell me about the poems
that you hide underneath your fingertips

Tell me about the music
that you’ve built a fort around
in your heart

Tell me about the diary
which holds every single one of your secret
ever since you were a little kid

Tell me how you fell in love with the rain
and why you think the rain couldn’t ever love you back

Tell me about the time you went swimming
all alone, on a chilly November morning
just to get the heat off of your head

Tell me about the storms
that reside inside you
and about the time
they almost made you give up

Tell me about the stories
that run through your mind
when they say
“you’re too young to be in love”

Tell me about the time
you got lost in the crowd
with a hope that said
“you’ll find yourself in the camouflage”

Tell me about the colours
that paint your scars
and the flowers
that remind you of home

Tell me about the ghosts
that lie under your bed
only ever crawling up at midnights
in the form of a broken haiku

Tell me about the time
you learnt to draw lines
between living and being alive

Tell me
Tell me everything that you are
and have been
since the day you realized
that you are someone
and that you could be something