I always sound hoarse. Like a radio half-tuned to the station. It's hard to make myself heard. I repeat myself often, every day. It's hard to make myself heard. That's the voice I have. I can’t converse in noisy places. Don't ask me to speak to a group. I'd rather not talk at all. It's hard to make myself heard. There's a furrow in my vocal folds. There's a flaw that can’t be fixed. You might not hear my hello. What can I say? That's the voice I have.
Copyright 2008 by Brian Dean Powers
Published in the Summer 2016 issue of Word Fountain