there was a time when i had
forgotten how to sing
[perhaps you have forgotten too]
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my voice became softer and quiet
until finally at last it stilled
except for the rare occasion
when something guttural and deep
released a note or two
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i remember the echoing silence
and the raspy feeling when i opened
my mouth and nothing poured forth
dry
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i was a singer from the time i was born
even before my first uttered word
natural in the music and the dance
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when i try to pinpoint the moment exact
of when my song was stilled—
i think of a particular dark night Â
where i sat and wept and held onto
the thought that joy comes sure
with morning’s light
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this thought–
it got me through
many nights
such as these
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until that chapter was closed at last
and i realised then that i held the pen
to rewrite
to invent
start afresh
learn again
to show up each and every day
released
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and in the quiet of the moment
i noticed the rhythm
the beat
the drum
the sound of my very own heart
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and a melody not altogether different–yet new
was stirred within my soul
and i cleared my throat
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—and sang
[if it happened to me
you might experience it too]
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Heather Pound 2024

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