Poems

My Voice

I come from a distant land
with a foreign knapsack on my back
with a silenced song on my lips

As I travelled down the river of my life
I saw my voice
(like Jonah)
swallowed by a whale

And my very life lived in my voice

 
Kabul

December, 1989

1 Comment

1 Sara MacDonald

 This poem moved me by its very simplicity. 

Finding it is like a gift I will carry with me all day

Thank you.

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