If I stopped talking…
Writing…
Breathing?
We all desperately
Need to be heard.
I sometimes go
An entire day
Without speaking
And feel rusty –
But there’s something
More discomfiting
Than a froggy voice;
I never try to practice
My presence,
To impress –
Relying on personality.
I learned long ago
If you want your own voice
You have to become someone first.
Self-doubt will put a squeal
In your voice,
Perhaps even render you mute.
You can’t be taught
To have a voice
Or have a heart.
So, how are you and I alike ?
We are in this:
We use the same words,
But my voice is dark,
From too many nights and stars;
But don't be concerned.
I believe
Love has a voice…
And sounds exactly like yours.