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.