I Have a Voice
A piece is missing.
Cries of a baby make my head thunder and thud.
Slap.
Block the sound out.
Muffling voices, softer sounds
Tight and white they come in a pair
I won’t put them on.
I’ll put up a fight.
I can’t put them on
Because something just not right.
Slam.
Closed shut.
That’s the way it should be.
Laughing, playing, they run all about
I sit from afar, not in, but out.
I can hear you speak,
But it’s not making much sense.
Teach me, tell me and
Show me.
Show me again, and again, and again.
I like to flap my hands like a flying bird
Shrieking and shouting is the spoken word.
I don’t always comply and can put up a fight
Round and round as fast as can be
The colors are blending and blurring around me.
I hear a voice from within
As images flash in my mind.
It’s telling me not to worry
And that things will be fine.
As I lay down to sleep,
Silently I pray for help to speak.
Help is coming
Find the missing piece.
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