I speak, yet no one hears.

I explain, and my words

batted aside like flies.

I persist, to be understood.

Disregarded.

Why bother? Why try?

What use is a voice.

Lips that form sounds.

Falling on deaf ears.

My refuge is earth.

In the sky. Clouds are pews.

The birds. The trees.

My soul sings.

And she is heard.

Uninterrupted.