I have found my voice again today.
The words I speak seem like magic.
I see their waves spread around me.
In the whispers of the breeze,
my inner light flickers like a torch.
If I am silent, my spirit is full of light.
As I speak to a friend today,
my words are gentle and uplifting.
Everyone I meet is a mirror.
In my reflection, I see that I am not alone.
My fears come and go as I breathe.
Sometimes I restrain my words.
I allow the world to pass me peacefully.
When I allow myself to speak,
I am kind because I care so much.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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