Another Scrap, another 'poem'

A resilient echo
A memory washed up
A past long tied to the world
There's a weight in these people
I haven't imagined
Or learned, or seen
Or spoken
Fear has caught up with me
And I want to name it
But that takes it all out of me

I still haven't discovered
Or dealt, or dreamed
Or sung
Everyone has something
And hard as I try
I can't take in the bigger picture
I don't know where to put anything
As this poem fades into a rant
I realize I could write anything
And it wouldn't make a difference
In the world

But I never meant it to
We'll hang in there
A resilient echo at least