Lost Voice

I’ve lost my voice.

The voice that used to sound like my own,

Whenever I wrote, it was mine,

My work, my skills, my pain,

Bleeding onto the page,

Now I can barely write with my voice,

Only in poetry,

Does it sing,

Hidden under complexities,

Of things I do not wish to say,

I’ve lost it and I’m scared to see what will happen,

If I write.