Must we voice our plight?

The past is present  till we  listen right
We  did not  wish to hear the words that grieve.
The past is present, must we voice  our plight?

Some  bear burdens, others  wander light.
By strange anxieties, I have been besieged
The past is present  till we  listen right

Some are listeners,some have second sight.
Of my visions I have been bereaved
The past is present,  we must voice our plight

My voice once silent, tension made to bite
By present pain,  my grieving is obliged.
The past is present  till we  listen right

I suffer deeply; others think it slight
By images and words,  this sense’s derived
The past is present,  welcome it, invite

I pray my  tear ducts opening ends the blight
Response to pain can never be contrived
The past is present  till we  listen right

In the depths ,the tears will be received
From  this watering, new thoughts are conceived
The past is present in  wild dreams at  night
The past  lives till we  hear and see it right