—I Cor, 14:10
If I stop talking…
Writing…
Breathing?
I need
Desperately
To be heard.
Sometimes I go
An entire day
Without speaking
But there’s something
More discomfiting—
Trying to impress
With my words.
It's useless
Because
I have my own voice
I don't need to sound
Like somebody else.
I need to remember this
When I doubt:
You can’t be taught
To have a voice
Or have a heart.
And in this
You and I are alike;
We use the same words,
But my voice is dark…
Too many nights and stars;
Yours is light.
Maybe you wish
You sounded dark too,
But don't be concerned.
Because love has a voice…
That sounds exactly like yours.