"I had taken my voice for granted..."
I had taken my voice for granted, -
given once, it was mine to keep -
but today, I woke up from sleep,
all but voiceless and disenchanted.
In the hallway, no echoes trailed,
silence - deafening and absolute,
gilded mirrors – they too hung mute,
as the pantomime in me wailed.
No one present had seen the theft,
but without my voice, depleted,
I felt useless like God in Eden
after Adam and Eve had left.