the voice that I have lost
chooses these words

there was a pattern once
designed by emotion;
by an energy,
if not released,
that might crumble me

in those days of trial
words comforted me;
they were my world,
they defined
and they healed

and now healed –
or seemingly –
I miss the voice
which generates a feeling
now deigned as emotion

so I write and move again
to the point where words
wish to escape
and abandon me of a great joy,
to tell a story

the voice that I have lost
chooses these words
to tell that story