My Written Voice

My voice is weak, whispery, withering

I have to repeat myself twice, three times.

Words are trapped behind my lips

Waiting on my tongue

The words I wish to speak

Spoken in the echoes of silent thought

Then I write

My power lies within written words

Wild, whimsical words of worth

Scribbled, scrawled silently on paper

I speak thorough written communication

My voice is weak, but my written words are strong.