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A Voice Lost

​Scrambling to utter a word

Out came a feeble raspy coo

Feeling a lump in my throat

Out came a hacking cough

Tears brimming in my eyes

For volubility’s been lost

Swallowing’s immensely painful 

Yet not as much as being speechless 

Seeing and yet not saying 

The strife within not liberated 

Yet the voice within’s stentorian

Only found none but one audience 

Myself the alter ego 

Gesturing and signing 

Once unfamiliar but now necessary 

To communicate in silence

Became a norm for a stint

How precious is one’s voice

Never stake it for anything 

But cherish it like one’s pure gold 

© Derrick Lim