Don’t be surprised when I become one with the smoke.

When I am the wind.

The loudest and yet without a voice.

Unable to speak but carrying the yells of the unheard.

Carrying whispers and secrets

For I was always meant to listen but never to reply.

I was always told to be the loudest in the room,

carrying the screams and pleas of the unheard,

though without saying a word.

I was always meant to take up all of the space

and yet none of the area.

I was meant to make an impact without being seen.

I was told to cause storms with my mere presence.

I wasn’t told to speak

but

I was told to leave a mark.

I am the howl of the wind,

Screaming for all to hear

and

yet whispering gently in your ear.

Can you hear me now?