Silent Clamor

by Bindu Lanka, on sincerity

Where is the silence?

Where is the me?

Hovering at the edges or buried deep inside me?

Where is the I that I long to be?

Love, family, career, volunteer

All clamoring for my attention

Each important to me, but

Where is the I that I long to be?

Silence and thoughts,

a silent scream within

Do I want to listen?

do I really listen to me?

What is the I that I Yearn to be?