The Mute in Me
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


Who can help me sing
All the joy I bring
If my voice won't work
Feels like lesser spring

Feels like summer falls
It fails, and is not all
Set sail to future behold
It glows like gold

But now my voice is out
Crowds of fear and doubt
In my head they plead
Say they know I need

Something more to shine
Light too bright, goldmine
But I feel alright now
I still feel fine, despite

Their idle mutiny