National Centre for Writing
Some people talk with easy breath,
Their voices loud and free,
But when I try to speak out loud
The works hide deep in me.
My thoughts feel safer on page
Where silence lets them grow,
A pencil moves across the lines
And slowly starts to show.
When speaking, fear can shake my voice
And make my courage weak,
But writing lets my truest heart
Say everything I seek.
So maybe both can share my truth,
In quiet or in sound
For words can live in written lines
Or voices all around.
