That Voice Inside

I once tried crossing over

 a bridge that silence built

 

And for mile after mile

 the quiet maimed and killed

 

My speech was dumb and dormant

 as I bided all my time

 

In hope of passing through the cracks

   the exit doors unrhymed

 

My life dead on arrival

 till a voice inside decreed

 

To build a frame beneath that bridge

  —and set my meaning free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

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