My Voice

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.

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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