Make a Great Noise

instead of suffering

MAKE A GREAT NOISE


I split the air with a high pitched wail
The trees quiver and quake
As I empty my longing into the sky
Putting out my call to beings that crawl
Summoning those with wings
Waking those that burrow in the ground.

I announce my presence to the rivers,
Forlorn in the mountains
I bathe in the icy waterfall
Under the evening sky. 

The moon bears witness
To my overture
An invitation for all creatures
To convene under the stars.

I request that the fireflies
Illuminate the path,
Rising and falling with the breezes,
They sparkle like jewels adorning the night.

My mood is apprehensive
As I gather nature’s inhabitants around 
This is the first time I have reached out
To dispel my desolation
After wandering the woods
For so long.

I have guarded my silence
Isolated in the overgrown fields
Denying companions 
Keeping my secrets close to my heart.

There comes a time when the secrets 
Take a toll and the loneliness burns
There comes a time when solitude turns bitter
There comes a time when one should
Make a great noise
Instead of suffering.
©2026 Stephanie M. Vargo

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