Unheard...

My life till now, with friends who with me stand,
Hear me out and lend me a hand.

My family who suffers my sorrow,

And yet, gives me hope for the morrow.

I have my ups and downs and I continue to laugh,

That is all, a game of whether the glass is full or half.

I am who I am and laugh, I always will,

I am glad that I don't need to pray to laugh or to have a strong will. 

I build and strengthen my soul.

I presume, that is life's sole goal. 

To resolutely stand, no matter what.

To believe in truth, no matter the cost.

Hope is a fickle friend,

It cannot be trusted.

Trusted though it cannot be, it is all that remains.

And it is all that can be trusted to remain. 

I come through life, learning at every stage, 

Turning a page as I (gracefully) age. 

First there were only my mother and father,

Who doted on me and made me believe in me.

Then I had a few friends, always there for each other. 

We talked and laughed and fought, but we helped each other see. 

It is time to turn to the next chapter.

A page is all that needs to be turned. 

So difficult, it refuses to be turned.

A second hand it needs, to close the previous one,

For what is to come in the next chapter, 

One needs the other, to remember what in the previous has been learned.

I yearn to speak and be understood.

My friends who understood me over the years,

I find, my words fall on deaf ears. 

Confusion sets in and I wonder,

Why can they not hear me?

Realization dawns, it is not they but only me.

The ear that will hear the unspoken,

The touch that will mend the broken.

I say so much and yet I do not utter a word,

The dream is such, I never go unheard.