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I sang as a child.
All the old songs of childhood
Lullabies crooned to my imaginary friends.
At school I sang in music class, programs, and
In the chorus.
I was a singer!
I loved the sound of my voice,
Alone and blended with others.
As I grew up,
I gradually gave up singing
Eventually my singing ceased altogether.
Inside my heart, the songs remained
Clinging to each other,
Memories of the days when I
Could shout out the words.
Why don’t I sing anymore?.
I cry for myself and the singer that I was
The songs are still inside me.
From time to time
A few words, quietly sung, escape my lips
When I am caught unaware.
I look around quickly, furtively, to make sure
No one heard.
Now I sing my words onto the blank page
My heart opens as the words flow
Revealing what I can of myself.
Maybe someday soon I’ll sing again
The words will jump from my page
And fly from my lips
To fill the air with newly formed song,
The strong, lilting, melody of my reality.
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