Not sure how it happened
whether it was gradual
I wish I could remember
the moment it all changed –
when my voice no longer matched
the person that I am.
it hurt to speak –
not only physically,
It has been a painful five years.
Do you know what it is like
to hate the sound of your own voice?
To feel the inward disdain
To see the expressions of others change
when you dare to speak?
To bravely express yourself despite it all
and then to feel the pain of faulty speech patterns?
It has a way of shutting a person up,
holding you back.
But now I have hope again,
hope of a voice that sings effortlessly,
a voice that is a joy to listen to,
lilting and silky,
warm and welcoming –
powerful in its message and impact,
comforting and present.
I have hope of healing
of who I am and how I sound.
I have all this love in my heart
and a soul that needs expression.
Now that I am getting real help with my voice problem,
my whole life is opening up
to what I can be and do
as a beneficial presence for others.
Let the healing commence.
I am in!
Copyright © @ Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2017
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This poem is beautiful and will help many people!