Who took your voice? by David Tensen

You didn’t mean to lose it

but when you went to use it

it wasn’t there,

and you began to wonder

who took your voice.

There was a story to tell

when you experienced hell

but lips didn’t open,

and you began to wonder

who took your voice.

You don’t remember giving it away.

It’s like it was stolen

but not stolen

because you can speak

but not about that event

or pain

or doubt

or skeletons in your closet.

Maybe that’s it?!

You have a voice

but you can’t find an ear

to hear

with love

the truth

of what is

and was

and shame

and hurt

and…so

..so may it be

that your voice

finds the attuned ear of

a co-suffering other

who’ll sing in harmony

the songs of deliverance

you need to sing.