The voice of one

is lost 

In the emptiness

Because no one

speaks up.

Everyone

is waiting

Conditioned

For someone

else

To take a stand.

It takes one

to create a ripple.

One step

One action.

There is no good time

No right time

No perfect time

There is only now.

And when I look back 

in ten 

I want to say

I was that one 

And, I am still

that one.  

DRH

Copyright Donna R Hedges 2021