Losing My Voice

What does it feel like when I can not write?

It is a twang of pain in my side

It is a ringing in my head

It is being closed in and closed off

My breathing stifled and my voice lost

Thoughts and feelings roll roughly together, around

A vicious whirlpool that rushes, seethes to get out

Each word or thought, alone, is tame and controlled

Together, without release, they boil and foam

How long it will last, I never know

Sometimes hours or days, or worse, months or years

Eventually, something clicks or breaks

As an explosion or a slow, seeping leak

But finally my voice can breath

And I can be relived of the words, thoughts and ideas

That I need to set free



©2017 Erin Shearer


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