Mondays are just young Fridays


The inner voice,
an inner choice
to hear what matters
amid the distractions and
less-than-intimate interactions
life lays out
before you.
Suffering the indignity of
less space to feel or see,
you know you must
keep moving forward.
Surrounded by noise, day
after day, you continue
trying to listen
wanting to say
all of those thoughts, and
words stuck in your soul.
Own your emotions.
In a world full of shouting
a whisper will find its way.

©j.g. lewis


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