Voice

My mouth is my body

My body is my soul

My soul is deeply blemished.

Speaking out sentences I cannot yet finish.

Walking up to a podium and voices screaming in my head good riddance

I would want to speak but how

Understanding my self is harder than getting an egotistical person to bow.

Maybe I could write to give others insight into what's inside me....

a light.

A light which can mask all the blemishes in my soul

which could build up my body  and it definitely can make me

unafraid to escape the daze I've been put in

Rejoice.

I have regained MY VOICE