No Voice

I have no voice,

I can speak

But the vibrations

My throat send resist.

For my brain says,

“Not worth it.”

And sometimes my

Lips curve up just

Enough to send the

Signal, “I am listening.”

And unbeknownst to

You, the observer,

I have many words.

“Not worth it.”

Like I’m saving my

Breath, letting my

Brain stall. Preserving

Thoughts for a worthier

Time. Unbeknownst to you.

You use words like

Quiet and I’m anything but.

Perhaps selective or efficient

Or maybe intellectual.

My mind is never quiet—how

Scary that silence would be—

But to you, I am.

To you, I have no voice.