A Voice Trapped Poem by Heather Kemper

What's happened to the words I had?
To the voice that flowed through ink.
What's happened to the words I wrote?
The ones from my heart and what I think.
When I try
this jumbled mess comes through
for me to see and read.
It makes no sense can't understand
what it read and what I seem to need.
A blackness I feel surrounding me
it has become all I sometimes see.
I hear a rage inside
like wave crashing into the sea,
I know they are there somewhere
trapped inside my head.
I know they'll come eventually
yet will it be too long
that's what inside I dread.
These words that are eluding me
They're my peace my angel in the night.
They are the healing power deep inside of me
For what's broken no longer right
One day I know they'll flow again,
and soothe this aching mind
Opening again the door,
to the wounds I find I hide.

Apr.27,1998