"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.