Voice
It wasn’t easy
getting here
The street signs
looked a little queer
And altogether
directions
didn’t seem to me
to be very clear
So I steered myself
in the direction of help
And resigned myself
to a hike because well
What else am I gonna
do with myself?
Put my head up on a
shelf
The words within me
beckoned
And so I went, I
reckon
Because old
forgotten rhyme
Within me chimed;
I suppose that’s
how happiness begins
With the cleverest
of vain little sins
The courage to
believe in your voice again.
I stowed my
depression
In the luggage
section
And kissed my
anxiety goodbye
Twas time to dwell
Upon myself
I had no time for
such an emotional ride
And so I climbed
Out of that deep
deep dark pit
The funny part was
when I stepped out of it
I realized how small
it was after all.
Turned out I was
finally just tall.
I stepped out of my
prison and out from the shadows
And finally realized
I had options now
One foot in front of
the other is hard
Especially when it’s
your own damn front yard
And crossing the
gate
When your life is at
stake
Is one of the least
sanguine jumps you might make
But take comfort my
dear
For you’re finally
in the clear
When you think for
one minute
The world is better
with you in it
And believe it
No more a scared
little girl
Worried about my
clothes and my curls
A woman emerges with
a voice
A hope,
A future,
And a choice.
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