They told me that I have lost my voice.
Where did it go?
I don’t know.
Why do I listen?
They see me like the Little Mermaid,
who gave her voice to an Evil witch so the mergirl
could find love.
They don’t know me. Nore hear my voice.
Being taught by my voice, a guide.
Silence but not as my voice speaks.
Healed it shouts out loud.
I learn to listen with my own ears and not others.
Remember that my voice is waiting.
The others see a lost voice
I see patience.