Ode to my Voice
The one that’s always there.
The one that screams inside,
But comes out as a whisper.
The one that says too much,
Or nothing at all.
The wandering soul that roams my body
With feelings that are never released
But always there.
Never the right thing…
Never the right time…
Never the right tone…
The open mouth, with no words.
But then,
My voice.
A symphony of colors and sounds,
Finally revealed.
The fear and hopelessness disappear,
Replaced with confidence.
The words form and twist into shapes that have only ever been imagined.
The thoughts are said.
The time is right.
My voice is uncaged and soaring high,
Basking in the glory of its freedom.
My voice is found.
It’s living, breathing,
Feeling.
It’s fierce, strong,
Powerful.
My voice is here to stay.
-by Iris Waters, freshman
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