Poem: Voice

I hear your voice,

the one that makes me want to scream,

joyfully out loud.

It doesn’t matter if I never meet you.

Not caring if your hands never touch my face,

but knowing you somehow fully see me

in the power you have.

All it takes is for you to open your mouth,

to fill the space with your voice;

when I listen to your words, I feel invincible.

Wisdom gained in this inner freedom.

Your eyes have become more open,

melting away my old selfish dreams.

Knowing how lucky I am, there’s a reason to smile.


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