My Voice
I had it and then I lost it. It was turned up, but now it's silent. I wasn't scared to use it, and now I fear to. No more! NO LONGER!!! I'm tired & frustrated! Well no more. I'm angry & disappointed. Well no longer. I'm crushed & sick. Well not anymore. I've decided to put SILENCE to death because I have a voice for a reason. I shall use it carefully & be proud. I shall use it when necessary & be joyous. I will be silent no more nor will I abuse it. My heart, mind, & soul will thank me because it is them that are sore, weak, and scarred. They've shown me their pain, but I ignored them for years. No longer. No more. Not anymore. I will heal and mend them together because I have cared about others' opinions so much that I sacrificed myself. Since I've decided I will walk this talk because I make sure that I don't say what I must do. I will do it. Just do it & then it will be fixed. Apologies to the forms of me that make me that I took so long, but I will find my voice again & once I do, it will be here to stay. I will not stop searching because it is there. It is within me.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.