Voice
I know I have a voice
It's hiding somewhere in my head,
It seems as though I've misplaced it
Perhaps stuffed beneath the bed,
But certainly not by me,
well...
Maybe.
I know I have a voice
I'm quite certain it is not dead,
Perhaps it has just escaped me
Playing hide and seek instead,
Lurking somewhere I cannot see,
Perhaps my voice is running free.
I know I have a voice
It use to lay in me like lead,
All the things I would have liked to say
But rarely ever said,
Perhaps it's found someone other than me,
Through which it may speak more easily.
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
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