Like the steel bars to a prison
My voice lies caged behind
The iron fingers of life events
Squeezing the pipes shut tight
The value of my words in doubt
Comments carelessly tossed at me
The keys that locked my vocals up
Feelings of inferior contribution
To the overall conversations
Looks of immaturity and irrelevance
Have me hold my tongue and thoughts
My essence withers at the judgement
The belief of worthless words
Carved deeper into my being
A gregarious, talkative child
Turned to cautious communicator
A modular destruction of a free spirit
That has to be built together again
To release stories meant to be told
And a voice meant to be heard
Debbie Gravett © 2021.06.09
RDP: Together
FOWC: Modular
Image by Khusen Rustamov from Pixabay
