These ten years, I've been my own worst
teacher.
I never found the right words for her.
Half my voice is my deficit of
character.
These ten years, camouflaged in blame
and grief
Was my greatest fear – my own
unbelief.
I admit that you lacked strength and I
lacked speed.
I've twice spent ten years growing
proud,
and quite prolific if not loud,
and yet, I still, here, fail to say
The right words. I know not the way.
One of us is left to live with both our
choices;
We're both left sharing half a voice.
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