Singing in the Woods
Once I had a beautiful voice, rising
to the height of angels where its allure
summoned mystery and wanderlust.
I believed in myself then
Life can be cruel; it can cut you down,
shred you into pieces that no longer
remember where you belong, with
only a trail of memory left behind
You become a husk cracking as it
dries, your broken spirit withering
while those who have used you gloat
that what was yours is theirs
I only sing in the woods now where
trees dance to my songs and sprites
with no voice to call their own giggle
that they know my secret
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Your poem, which is so beautifully written, carries a sadness in the telling of the injustices endured–but has a shooting star strength in that last stanza—where you tell of finding a place to sing. I love that you sing in the woods in harmony with the universe while animating the trees…!! This triumphant turn feels magical. Thank you for your poem!
Beautifully written. I can feel the weight of the loss of what was once part of them and now it’s gone. But I also love how it ends, singing anyway among the listening trees.