Having been asked to submit a piece of poetry for the Tunbridge Wells writers, I was completely out of my comfort zone. I soon came to realise that poems don't need to rhyme, but what they need to do is tell a story in a very short space.
I found that inspiration came quickly and that I started to write, not about things around me but emotions and people who have been and are still part of my life.
I found that inspiration came quickly and that I started to write, not about things around me but emotions and people who have been and are still part of my life.
Can you see my voice??
My voice is fading into a whisper
It’s hard to hear me, Can you hear me?
This soreness arrived like a barbed wire tear,
I can’t make it work anymore.
Lost, I cannot see my voice
I’ve checked in the garden, I've looked where I’ve been,
It’s not in the garden; it’s not in the house
I’m lost without it, I’m no one
Everyone is whispering, they are being so kind,
I’m not deaf you know, it’s my voice I’ve lost. I feel like it’s my mind
I keep explaining ‘speak up’ or I will lose my hearing too,
But the whispering goes on.
I’m here; hear, here once again, can you hear me?
It’s not that I can’t speak, I can’t be heard now
I thought that I was important, I thought people liked me
I thought I made an impact but there is no voice to see
It doesn’t matter what is said or how the words are spoken
If I don’t have anything to say, the words lie unbroken,
I’ve lost my voice, my voice is lost and I am lost as well,
Without my voice unseen, unheard I am invisible
You don’t listen, you don’t care
Don’t you know it hurts to disregard my voice?
By dismissing my words, you push me away
The pain rises up inside me, I feel afraid
If I shout at you, will it shake you awake?
Your perfect hearing is selective and blinkered
I’m listening to you; I don’t judge you at all
Yet you over look others that have something to say
I’m watching, I’m listening to you all clambering to be heard,
You’re failing in your need to control
I’m quiet – it’s my choice, my voice is not lost
For me listening is as powerful as my words.
My voice is fading into a whisper
It’s hard to hear me, Can you hear me?
This soreness arrived like a barbed wire tear,
I can’t make it work anymore.
Lost, I cannot see my voice
I’ve checked in the garden, I've looked where I’ve been,
It’s not in the garden; it’s not in the house
I’m lost without it, I’m no one
Everyone is whispering, they are being so kind,
I’m not deaf you know, it’s my voice I’ve lost. I feel like it’s my mind
I keep explaining ‘speak up’ or I will lose my hearing too,
But the whispering goes on.
I’m here; hear, here once again, can you hear me?
It’s not that I can’t speak, I can’t be heard now
I thought that I was important, I thought people liked me
I thought I made an impact but there is no voice to see
It doesn’t matter what is said or how the words are spoken
If I don’t have anything to say, the words lie unbroken,
I’ve lost my voice, my voice is lost and I am lost as well,
Without my voice unseen, unheard I am invisible
You don’t listen, you don’t care
Don’t you know it hurts to disregard my voice?
By dismissing my words, you push me away
The pain rises up inside me, I feel afraid
If I shout at you, will it shake you awake?
Your perfect hearing is selective and blinkered
I’m listening to you; I don’t judge you at all
Yet you over look others that have something to say
I’m watching, I’m listening to you all clambering to be heard,
You’re failing in your need to control
I’m quiet – it’s my choice, my voice is not lost
For me listening is as powerful as my words.