Cascading all around me
words tumble and spin
Before, they failed me
but now I have a voice

weaving haikus and tankas
with a sprinkling of
Words, now my anchors
because I have a voice

I will not be silent
as my words spill
to be used as a tool
to give others a thrill
With breath in my bones
-my soul,
I dare to bare
I’m compelled
I have no choice

because I’ve found
My Voice

©Vivian Zems

This poem was taken from Waxing Lyrical

Poets United~ Voice