Finding a Voice

I wasn’t born without a voice, you know;
I once had joy and anger, song and more.
In fact, it took them many years to show
Me how to stuff them to a tiny core.
Those silenced voices claimed my peace and sight;
Their poisoned song still murmured deep below.
Confusion and a struggle for the light
Shaped all those years, a dark adagio.
Then unaware of how lost I’d become,
I stumbled onto loving means of grace,
All expectations and all hope of home
Became fulfilled the day I saw your face.
My voice, in words, in song, you resurrected;
You welcomed all that had been long rejected.

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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