Words of Hope

They hid there, inside his head,
Each huddling against the next,
Breathing small sighs of protest,
Against the shuttered lives they led.

Those times that a soft passing breeze,
Was all it took to blow away the noise
In their home - and draw a shade of peace,
Those times, they knew, had ceased to be.

Set us free then, they faintly said,
Hoping that they may be heard,
Amidst the chaos and clamour,
On which his mute mind fed.

A safe place may they find, then,
In that brittle, turbulent land,
To live long - quiet and strong,
And die brave, taking a stand.