-Break The Silence-

Today, as an old man—not like my father or his father—I sit on the old park bench next to the woods where I grew up—unrecognizable to those who knew me. 

I can only listen to the sounds—the sounds of nature, the sounds they created. I hold tightly to the only gift that remains: the gift of being. Comfortably, I sit alone, hoping that my being, who I was allowed to become, will return again to its provenance for one last attempt. 

An attempt to hear myself speak my truth over the roar of life.