My Voice Poem by Winnie Naluwooza

From deep within,
It used to come…
So loud and clear,
Yet shaky and sad.

It used to call out
Yearning and craving
Just to be heard.
But no, never at all listened to.

Flooded with thoughts of wrath,
Destructed by my broken heart,
My voice got suffocated and lost…
May be the struggle could never yield.
I dropped mu direction in life.

Now I search to behold its compassionate sound
But its guide had turned away with a sigh
Because its struggles were futile,
Lost in the world, I am.