My Voice

Sometimes I think

Compared to real poets

My voice is so small

Then I remember

That until fairly recently

I had no voice at all

My voice is at times timid

When I let my shyness

Get the best of me

But I’m learning to be bold

To speak up

And set my voice free

I want to tell stories

And sing love songs

To turn words into art

Swirling colors

Sounds and emotions

Wrapped around your heart

I want to tell you

That you’re not alone

No matter how lonely you get

That your pain will not kill you

I’m living proof

It hasn’t stopped me yet

That if you look

There is beauty all around

Just look in the mirror

Your imperfections

Your faults and lapses

Are nothing to fear

Or are they?

I suppose that depends on

Who you believe

The voices of haters

Of bullies of doubters

Or me

The solitary figure

With a voice that’s still small

Teaching herself to shout

I’ve been through pain

And while I’m not there yet

I have figured out

Who and what I can be

And she is beautiful

As are you

When you listen

To your inner voice

And speak your words loud and true

Sometimes I think

That my voice is just right

And perfectly me

Even as I and it

Grow into all

We were meant to be