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To Speak

They once told me to speak,
But my words are never loud.
My thoughts are never said.
I keep too much to myself,
And I fear the lights are dead.
I know they want to hear me.
I know the words are there.
My mind is just in pieces,
And my heart has left me here.
Still I’ll try to flow.
To follow all the sounds,
But the lights cannot guide me,
And the silence is too loud.
So to the moon I turn,
To make the words make sense,
To bring back my precious muse,
And allow my voice be heard.

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  • Prof Plumb
    March 5, 2008

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    Openly Mysterious

    "...I fear the lights are dead." -Especially interesting, as this reminds me of swamp lights--which could be fairies. I want to believe in fairies.

    Also, this could have been the voice for the main character in Laurie Halse Anderson's book Speak.

    Wonderful and fragile (my husband used to called it "Fra-gee-ly"

    MMP