I think I lost it somewhere,
or is it just in my mind?
It whispers to me,
suggesting I've lost my knack,
my voice slipping away,
or perhaps just dormant,
buried deeper than I knew.

I can't quite grasp
what's amiss.
Is it neglect,
or perhaps unawareness?
Did I let it wither
in the shadows of doubt,
or hide it away,
fearing it was never enough?

I've forgotten
how to wield my voice,
I've forgotten
how to wield my touch,
the way I once did,
with certainty and grace.

I'm afraid—
or did I tuck away my gift,
seek refuge in shadows
where I concealed my voice, my touch,
afraid of letting others down?
Did I unconsciously stifle my voice
beyond recognition?
I guess I did.

But maybe it's not lost,
just waiting,
like a seed beneath the frost,
for warmth, for light,
for the courage to emerge.

I think I lost it somewhere,
but perhaps,
it's not too late
to find it again,
to unearth my voice,
and let it sing anew.
© Silent whispers 💙