Is it weak?

When someone shouts about their experience

How loud they yell

The shouts they heard

And I reflect

And see the vast forest in which the shade of memories hide

So quite, so loud

Both so loud.

A forges hammer to become cold steel

But does that steel still cry?

Is it ok to cry?

Did the hammer care for the steel,

Did the fire brush away the slag

Did the water lull the sledge, the scythe, the plow, the tool, the used.

Why do they shout so loud?

I go to join but hesitate

If their voice is so loud

With the fires and trials they face

Would my memories crack stone

My voice thunder across plains

Would it wreck the same damage

I see in myself?

Or would it be a whisp?

“Stop”. Please