The Voice, Poetry by Tabith’Ashley

Genre: hope, inspirational, salvation, and suspense

So prone to not having a voice
So cold,
But that’s the result of the path that was chosen
Ready, set, get molded.
A million stones,
A thousand trees,
Yet not a time that seemed like the shade was frozen.
Identity stolen.
Reaching out beyond the underground,
In through the next door that isn’t closing.
I was chosen.
Long before my time,
Before those parents were even mine,
Or the sun touched our sky.
I’m here to answer the calling.
You wanna be free?
Come join!
Everybody fall in.
Racing to the finish,
Being obedient so I ain’t falling.
Even though we all fall sometimes.
But I get back up,
Brush my shoulders off and continue walking.
I’m through stalking,
Down that sad ol’ memory lane.
Things just ain’t the same.
Well of course not,
They’re supposed to change.
Adapt you say?
Well I’m…