As young children, we first learn to speak

Sustaining an open border between our words and the truth,

Attaching meaning where there was none before.

We carve a path forward, 

clearing away uncertainties with language,

Allowing no question to go unanswered.

Now, we should have the world at our fingertips

Interconnectedness was our future,

From the moment we began to speak.

Minds intertwined in that way

That allows us to be larger than ourselves,

Our finite lives able to create an infinity with just 

Speech.

So why do we struggle to draw those lines now

Divided, incomplete, the newest schism lies between us,

Encircling the infinity of our power like a noose.

We’ve been caught in a chokehold of trivial altercations

Using our learned language to facilitate attacks,

The value and weight all

Lost.

I hear useless language covering every moment

The language we pursued for a purpose,

We once learned to connect and reflect but time after time now we just

Don’t.

Everyone’s lying about our world

Covering the death and persecution and anger and screaming,

With a carefully woven blanket of complacency.

If the language we use tells the story of our history,

Then I’m scared for our future.

And if language is our whole world,

Then our world is false and dangerous and superficial.

There is so much frivolous noise filling the emptiness,

But still the silence over what matters

Is becoming unbearable.

I keep trying to twist the words I hear into

Something

Worth wasting time over.

So until our words form a map that leads to a future we believe in,

And we’ve carved roads through the hills and built boats on the water,

When our lyrics become as multidimensional as we are,

When we start to grieve over what we’ve destroyed and unearth our truth,

When we grab each other's hands and say “I hear you.”

Only then will I start listening

To what was once our language.