Voice

Searching for it…
Sifting through the sadness & sickness,
Cutting thru the self analyzing wickedness,
Cleaning out internal cravings & congestion,
Trying to better fulfill the answer to the question:
Where is it?
The core at the center,
The most important part,
Light at the heart of it.

Searching for it…
Always such an elusive companion,
the voice refuses to reveal at will-
Creeps in like a slow chill
at that moment when the words come correct-
smooth, deliberate, and articulate…
The voice spittin' choice rhythms
that get at the heart of it,
light at the heart of it.
Where is it?

Stop hiding behind excuses,
masking past abuses…
Combine with something new.
Bring it, voice.
On a dose of pure followed by:
inhale,
exhale,
sit back,
relax
and open to a new page
to wage war with words.
Let the voice be heard.

M. Toth © 2013