Like My Socks, I Lost My Voice.
A few months ago, I thought I had lost my voice. Not literally of course, but in that whole earth organic I couldn’t find the right words to write way.
What was I to do?
Would I ever find it again.?
I looked under cushions, in manholes and in my back pocket, but it wasn’t there.
I searched the internet, the pens and pencils on my desk, and the cracks in my fingernails–nothing.
I longed for it. It felt like a small hole was in my heart that need to be filled like a bad tooth.
Then finally it came back.
At first it was shy, but then it really took over.
Where was it you ask?
Where had it ran to for the past three years?
Like everything you search for, it was in the last place I looked.
I was in my head the whole time.
It just needed me to hush for a bit, that’s all.
Things like your voice sometimes need quiet.