Keep your voice high, it is all you have in the end

My voice

My voice is rusty, but calm
My voice is fully my own
where I express my thoughts
and give expression
to my concerns and joys

My voice is old but youthful
My voice is timid but strong
My voice is like the tinkeling
sounds made by bells of glass
winters bells, winters shards

My voice is all that I have
My voice is my treasurechest
My voice may never be silenced
not even by the hand of death
dictators furies or lack of breath

My voice is my voice and no one elses

Poetry by Charles F Kane
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Written on 2006-10-30 at 17:21

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