My Written Voice

My Written Voice


My voice is weak, whispery, withering

I have to repeat myself twice, three times.

Words are trapped behind my lips

Waiting on my tongue

The words I wish to speak

Spoken in the echoes of silent thought

Then I write

My power lies within written words

Wild, whimsical words of worth

Scribbled, scrawled silently on paper

I speak thorough written communication

My voice is weak, but my written words are strong.



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