A Poem to my Voice

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


A Poem to my Voice

 

Can a city live in desolate solitude,
Where its people intermingle absent faintest laugh or tear?
No earthly instrument fashioned peace without Grace,
For it was the breath itself that bore you
Though mockers call you a big city with brazen stone towers
And a river flowing betwixt its frantic streets.
I wait upon the wind to bless this ground
Where summer harnesses a countryside strewn
With all the blossoms the season brings forth,
And my mode of being creates over-happiness for all.
Yet at times a lovely stranger calls me out, asking
"You, the extrovert, are you stopping yourself from being loud out there in public?" 
You carry on with firmest resolve, intermingled with feelings of fear and doubt.
The big city will not heed your groans of agony;
Arise and rejoice, for the second dawn is at hand –

 

 


Submitted: October 27, 2020

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