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