The Louder Voices
A natural, universal power came.
Controlled by whispers and held back by mist,
Cognitive function--needing relief--sometimes the smallest voices launch the louder ones back into oblivion.
Warrior roars;
my relationship with the spoken word
is in total silence--
behind my pencil,
behind my keyboard,
albeit speaking volumes
becoming a legend as no one sees my face;
they only (see) my words which tells enough--
pain, sorrow, happiness rains
under the umbrella of personal growth.
Poetry leads,
gives a voice to the silent
and acts as a bandaid to the broken--
my relationship started in the mirror,
I may no longer be broken,
but I bleed the universe
when I write.
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