I’ve been quiet for too long Had a voice but I couldn’t speak I stumbled when ever I tried to speak But then poetry came along To quiet the crowd So I could be heard I now have a voice Hear me scream on this pages
it's unfamiliar and my body aches to know where it came from. it sounds like a song that i don't know the words to but the music and melody are way too familiar, and yet still not close enough for me to remember. it's a voice that's soft and gentle. something almost too shy of a whisper but loud enough to wrap itself around my lungs and make its way into my veins. it's a voice i hear in my heart. a voice that is no longer a voice but a hum that's now a part of me.
and i still can't find it. i don't know where it is. i've been searching the ever endless filing cabinets that fill up my mind. color coded and a voice coated in something so smooth i could've easily mistaken it for honey. there's no record of something this beautiful.
maybe one day i'll hear it, but for now i'm writing in hopes that i'll recognize this voice as mine.
memories from the past keep echoing like little drops of rain tapping on the windows in my head pitter patter drip drop remnants from the storm only I could see feel hear taste the scent of death weaves its smoky hands around my neck i scream
but my voice is only a whisper so soft so soft my screamswordsfeelingspains are just dead leaves carried on a heavy w i n d dead leaves you crunch with your feet
Underneath fractured rainfall a shadow remains of the person you used to be Your thoughts fly among the doves having escaped steel cages of clouded silence and comes gentle rain, washing away the unforgiving cold
As your dreams pour out of your voice
A continuation of my previous piece "The Miseries of Healing"