Finding a Voice

From The Words in Me

Finding a Voice.

They say find your voice,

these esteemed poets.

So I tried.

I looked on top of the linepost

and there it was,

so I thought.

I crawled under the shed

and the worms cried

so I heard.

I wandered into the kitchen,

turned the tap on,

so I drank.

I looked in the attic, the bedroom, the garden

and the outside loo.

I looked in my shoe.

Then I looked in the mirror

and opened my mouth,

and there it was,

I’d swallowed it.

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