Echoes
written by: Ginny M. Jones
Thoughts an unyielding riot
The past comes bounding
When they’re no longer quiet
The silence is astounding
To honor their greed
By hook and by crook
Never really freed
Of the pieces they took
They reap while you sow
Bruised and in tatters
How the tears flow
When it no longer matters
Indentured by their choices
The wounded still walking
How demanding the voices
When you’re no longer talking
I have always been a writer, letting my thoughts and emotions spill out on paper where I can express myself in a way I can’t do verbally. Perhaps because some things are too difficult to verbalize. Some things you can’t bear to say out loud. Once they’re given voice they become living extensions of ourselves. So, at a young age, I began to write. I wrote in notebooks and on notebooks. On scraps of paper and abandoned napkins. My mother saw this and bought me a journal for my birthday one year. I remember flipping through those blank pages envisioning my words written on them, thinking that now, finally, I could say some things! I'm still saying some things.
