I Speak, Sometimes Poem by John Allen Richter

I speak, sometimes
when life gives cause
but sometimes, sometimes
winds of whispers drown me
better than I
they rise above
even scream sometimes

My heart is a pig!
the whispers cry
Not worthy - less than I
the whispers cry
so I follow the snail
into his shell
and hide there, sometimes

But the day was gone
I waited and waited
by the door, looking
the whispers stayed home
the day never came
so I sang and heard
myself, sometimes

Right now is good
my voice cried and
I heard it loudly
So what should I say?
that the whispers
can not drown me
I love you, sometimes