The Hands

The silence inside my soul is alive. Its fiery hands grab my throat and hold tight. It chokes out sound, it chokes out life, it chokes out hope. Hope is the fuel for life. Without hope there is no tomorrow, no bright future, no progress. Without hope, no one will ever try. With no one trying, we all will fail. The world will die starving for hope.
The hands of silence create the feeling- the delusion- that words are not needed. The whole world falls victim to silence's sick game. Homicide of creation, suicide of thought, slaughter of hope- silence cannot win. We cannot be silenced by the cruel monster inside ourselves.
So we shout and we scream. Our pent-up words must be poured out. Our voice must win the battle. beat down silence until its broken hands cease to move. Defy its wishes by saying all you need to say. Speak- not to hear yourself, but so others might hear. Inspire them to win the battle inside themselves. Revive the world. Revive the hope.