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.