I’m Five Foot Eight

“I’m Five Foot Eight”

Have I run out of the words?

Or run out of the will?

I feel like I’ve stood against this raging wind,

I’ve stood until.

 

Until I’m just so tired,

Until I just no longer want to explain.

Like I’m just spewing words,

That vanish in vain.

 

I don’t want permission.

I don’t need respect.

I feel like I’ve run out of things,

I need to protect.

 

I’m tired of shouting my silence,

Against an unhearing wall.

I’m five foot eight.

And I’ve no need to be anymore tall.

 

Danny Gunter

05-25-2011