When you are young, you search for your voice,
Learning to sing or be silent.
When you are older, you find your voice.
Do you roar or keep voiceless?
When you are brave, you speak your truth.
When you are weak, you speak the trend.
I have my own voice.
I sing.
I roar.
I speak truths.
Don’t speak for me.
Beautiful poem! Definitely doesn't suck.
Thank you, Doug! My first one out for public consumption. Thank you for consuming and liking.