If I had a voice
I’d tell the world
about You
I’d tell them
you opened up my heart
like a scarred-over wound
that never really healed
like an emerging flower
poking its way into the ether
If I had a voice
I’d tell them the truth
about Your spirit
that You’re the essence of me
in a mirror brightly lit
that if I pried me open
everyone would be blinded
by Your inner Light
If I had a voice
I’d speak of the lonely
that swallowed me whole
of how my naked toes turned inward
my head dropped forward
and my eyes shut tight
against the brutiful reality
of life down here
of how my wings were clipped
of how the chameleon
could transform her colour
at the drop of a “hello”
or a scrap of “you matter”
because you see
I had no voice.
If I had a voice
I’d climb to the highest rooftop
place my fingers on the keys
and SING the words
that flowed from me
like water
effortlessly, like the
words of an unstifled poet
If I had a voice
I’d release the butterflies
all at once
an explosion of flutters
in reds, greens and blues
and make you
LISTEN
to the beating of their wings
Oh if only
I had
a voice…
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