Tonight

Tonight I humbly write

of the silhouette of the illiterate

and dead stars, tonight I write:

for the flickering hope

in this seemingly obscured path.

Tonight I speak.

With a loud and clear voice:

In behalf of the unheard and unsaid,

the blind and the deaf,

and those who chose to remain silent.

Tonight, I pray.

For the raging storm and lost souls,

to the wary and reserved,

I pray that we may one day learn

to love and heal together as one.

And tonight I am more than convinced

that my pen is significantly mighty;

however, tonight I humbly rest

and prepare for tomorrow's uncertainty.