My poetry attempt. I realised how nothing’s impossible if you put your mind to it and i swayed a bit to the poetry route. Share your inputs and thoughts
I closed my eyes and listened … I listened and all I could hear was the silent voice of the oppressed.
For a moment there; it felt like I was still asleep and dreaming ; then I realised … I realised how it was morning and I was awake.
It now became as clear as the Sun that had brightfully gleamed through my bedroom window. What felt like a dream was actually Real.
I realised how the silent voice of the oppressed needed no microphone; as it was as clear as that of a roaring lion on it’s own.
Then I realised how a voice without courage is as good as mute.
As I tried to listen once more ;I realised something … I realised how that woman whose shaking voice I have heard earlier on had disappeared.
I had to do something. I couldn’t just do nothing .
I called upon the Lord to please say something. I could feel the pain but that woman had become distant.
Then I realised how she was not far from my reach. I thought I could hear something. I could hear her voice shaking in fear.
I saw a hand written note flashing before my despaired eyes and all I could see was the silent voice of the oppressed.
I got lost in blank spaces with nothing helpful to utter ; Then I realised … I realised how all I needed to say was ‘Speak even if your voice shakes’
I said it out-loud and I realised something about her … I realised that her lips started moving and I listened ;
I heard her speaking even when her voice was shaking