My Voice
Find your own voice they say!
But I am in a desert and my throat is parched,
Searching for an oasis of clarity.
They try to help me!
But they are drowning me in a waterfall of their ideas.
I try to speak!
But all I can do is gurgle.
Find your own voice they say!
But I am sick and my throat is sore,
Yearning for a lozenge of courage.
They try to help me!
But they all have their own agendas.
I try to speak,
But all I can do is whisper.
Find your own voice they say!
But I am a puppet and my throat is echoing their words,
Wanting to break free of their control.
They try to help me,
But they are burying my voice.
I try to speak,
But all I can do is parrot.
Find your own voice they say,
But their hands are around my throat.
I am desperate to say what I want.
They are not helping.
They are blocking my voice from ever escaping.
I try to speak,
And I scream, my voice strong!