If I stop talking…
Writing…
Breathing?
I need
Desperately
To be heard.
I sometimes go
An entire day
Without speaking
But there’s something
More discomfiting-—
Trying to impress
Others with my words.
It's useless
Because
I have my own voice
I don't need
To be somebody else.
I wish I'd remember this
When I doubt:
You can’t be taught
To have a voice
Or have a heart.
And in this
You and I are alike;
We use the same words,
But my voice is dark,
From too many nights and stars;
And yours is light.
Maybe you wish
You sounded dark too,
But don't be concerned.
I believe
Love has a voice…
And it sounds exactly like you.