My Words

A poem about losing your voice

The day my words

were taken away,

Leaving me breathless,

taking big gulps of air.

Feeling suffocated

some part of me I cannot name,

Yet try to express.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

At first I thought this one was metaphorical, but the note indicates an actual, physical loss of the ability to speak. I really cannot say how I would react to such a situation. A certain type of suffocation is certainly understandable. A block is one thing; muteness is something else again.

[NormaZ]

Hi John, yes it was metaphorical, just feel that way sometimes, like I’m trying to express something but the words won’t come. Thanks for reading my poem!

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Norma , when a poet losers her voice, she losers far more. When the words don’t come, they can’t be forced. That’s when patience needs to pay a visit. Your words are relatable and I feel sure they will be to many.

Chris

[NormaZ]

So right on the patience! Thanks for reading and giving me your take on it.

[Chris Shaw]

Look at my typos. Sorry Norma. (Loses ). I haven’t even started on the wine yet :)

[NormaZ]

Ha, ha! Didn't even notice!