My Silent Song

When i lift my voice in song

i know that something is wrong.

I am croaking like a frog

or else howling like a dog.

It isn’t by my own choice

that i have a broken voice.

I know how it ought to sound;

but it’s lost and can’t be found.

It’s embarrassing to me,

and other people agree;

i ought to keep my mouth shut

so you cannot hear me–but

i really want to be heard

so i use the written word.

Walt Abbott 1-8-2012