Burying close family members,
Has inscribed etchings of fatality.
The Voice is locked up in chambers,
For the negative voices of brutality
Has left a lifeless Body silent.

Yet-the soul awakens.
For grief has lent,
The Heart the courage to waken,
With a newfound legacy,
To dream the impossible,
Even when words fall helplessly,
The brain knows that this is the destiny.

Doubts shouting in protest,
unable to hear logic.
What "if's" swarming like pests,
Every move is robotic.
Moving in a straight line,
Head hanging in contemplation,
Then-a light straightens the Spine.
Mouth twitching with temptation,
Feet running to paper and pen,
Words flowing endlessly,
A smile forms again.
The Voice is no longer an enemy,
For the Soul is free,
And the Heart holds the key.