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My Voice Set Free

Poetry By: J E Hunter

To those who know what being mind-crushingly awkward is like: we have an alternate voice and through it, our mind lets us sing.

Submitted:Jan 14, 2014    Reads: 29    Comments: 9    Likes: 4   

My voice:

Meek and feeble,

It's locked up without choice.

Over there, Paranoia reigns king.

Face to Face,

My forlorn voice,

Fails to keep up the pace.

Over there, frustration is mounting.

But with pen and paper,

Dwelling alone,

My voice rings loud and clear.

Here, perhaps I too can be a king.

Months. Years.

Many have passed,

But only now revelation appears:

Here, my voice is not afraid to sing.


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