Finding one’s voice
brings not just celebration
for a gift which for long had lost its place,
but brings a difficulty with explanation
of thoughts – the embarrassing choice
of what to say from all that has been hidden.
Now that courage has bidden
the tongue to speak, to remind
the ice-block of the mind
it can melt and flow –
there is nothing wrong with what has been felt,
no wound so deep it cannot be healed –
confidence returns as one learns with relief
the source of hurt comes not from within, no,
it comes from those who can hear but are deaf
and from those able to see but are blind.