Voice

My voice is the one thing I love and when I lost it, as you can imagine was very unpleasant. I wrote this recalling how I felt at the time.

I remember when I lost my voice

unable to speak, was not my first choice

I learned to appreciate all of my sounds

It was rather easy, when they were no longer around

A fright came over me as the days went on

What if it's gone forever? How will I go on?

Who am I kidding? I almost cried

If I told you my voice wasn't my best feature, I'd of lied

The sound of my voice often soothes me

To think of it gone again, is a nightmare to me

A week went by and my voice came back strong

I'm super happy that didn't last too long

The world needs my glorious voice

Since I never shut up, it has no choice.