My Voice
2/7/2012
an
open book
a shuttered heart.
a
silent soul
gets torn apart
in
a moment of uncertainty.
I
use my voice
To chatter alone,
No
one listens,
As my tale unfolds,
So
I keep it to myself.
It
is my voice alone,
It belongs to me.
I
shout to the heavens,
In a silent plea
That
someone other than me, hears me.
It
matters not
If you hear what I say.
I’ll
still whittle away the hours,
I’ll still whittle away the days,
Using
my voice for only me.
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