I called my name it echoed back
It sounded down the lonely track.
I made the journey all alone
To find a voice that I could own.
Who would hear my anguished call?
Was anyone there who'd hear at all?
How could I give my feelings voice
Strike perfect chord, make perfect choice?
Plaintive cry of abandoned child?
Abrasive, angry or quieter; mild?
Serious, thoughtful, say what's meant?
Or play for laughs and merriment?
Take moral high ground, lecture, preach
Or tone it down yet quietly teach?
Forget all rules, be sloppy; cheat
Or be meticulous and neat?
Roar of a lion or grunt of bear?
Scare you stiff and prick up your hair?
Or a gentler, quieter rhythm keep;
Ethereal, light but the meaning deep?
I called my name it echoed back
It sounded down the lonely track
I heard my name, it took some time
But now the voice I hear is mine.
I have a voice and out it rings.
I've found my voice; a poet sings.
I hear my voice, it took some time
But now the voice I hear is mine.
So hear my voice it calls to you
I know my voice I'm calling you.
Each find your own and let's all sing
A hymn of praise to everything.
This poem helped me to runner up spot in Poets' Pub Pubber of the Year Competition. In many ways it sums up my experience over my first 9 months on Wattpad. PLEASE VOTE if you like it.
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Second Wind
PoetryHighest rank #12 in Poetry Second Wind is an eclectic collection of mostly light hearted poems but often has a serious message and takes the occasional side swipe at politicians and those in power.
