The voice that drives my writing
The sadness and grief became too great
I must find a way to bring back my voice,
Another way I surely must find
So where do I find this brand new way?
I guess I have to feel the hurt
Walks no longer by my side.
It chose to speak to me no more,
As if a part of me had died.
To bear each passing day;
So I chose not to feel my pain,
And chased my voice away.
To make it feel warm and safe;
So that it will begin to speak again
And to fill this lonely space.
To ease this pain inside;
And keep my voice here next to me
So it will not run and hide.
This different path to walk?
And how do I give my voice the strength
To feel it’s safe to talk?
To heal this aching heart;
So that my voice of inspiration,
Will choose no more to part.