I put this poem, 'The Voice' up on the site this time last year. Maybe there is something about being halfway through a year which gets us all thinking about where we are going, and a desire to look inside, wondering what direction the second half of the year will take.
Either way, it must have struck a note with many of you, because over 400 people have stopped by to have a read.
So here it is again in celebration/questioning of the second half of 2012
The Voice
Whose voice is this I want to know,
I hear her,
She is so familiar.
Sounds like me, but not so.
I hear her voice from years ago.
I hear it now,
I want to smile,
I love her spirit and her guile.
Where did she go?
I want to know.
I hear her playing a different tune,
The beat less sure,
The tone less tuned.
To strangers, she's a side of herself,
To family, friends, she's many guises.
To me, she's part of what might be.
I hear her voice,
Incessantly.
