The Silent Voice

Words fly around my mind,
But the ones I want I can never find.
So many times I try to speak,
The words fail me, my voice is weak.
They dance and die on a breath of air,
Words that heal and words that dare.
Caught up in my own thoughts,
Trying to form sentences – connect the dots.
Take a deep breath and hold it with care,
Conversation is over, was it ever there?
Like a hunter, the words I seek,
This voice is numb, and my lips they creak.
For the absence of this gift I’ve pined,
On these thoughts, I have often feasted and dined.


About the Author: “My name is Hannah Barber and I am fifteen years old. I am currently in my first year of homeschooling, before this year I attended public school. I would like to have a poetry column that focuses on issues in our society today, whether it be society’s view of beauty versus true beauty, or about promoting your self worth. Everyone is worth just as much as every one else, and in our society I believe that teens don’t feel as though they mean enough. I want to inspire teens to feel better about themselves and to follow their dreams.”  

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