My Voice

Here we go again.

Division disrupts our human sides.
Anger spills out of hearts and minds.
A majority has no regard for "the other."

Our voices they cannot appertain,
Change will come but not in vain

Why in a tree, am I a silent bird?
I scream and I cry on deafened ears.
If I am to fly with a voice and heart of pure,
then give me a song that will lift me to ears aware.

My voice they will hear,
Change will come, the purpose of my life.

TJ Davidson is a life-long lover of words, books, and cats. A newcomer to poetry, she thought she’d test the waters. She loves how poetry can take hold of one’s soul and make them stop to feel the words. TJ spent many years in the travel industry but recently changed jobs and is now departing on a new adventure in the medical industry. Passionate about writing in all forms, TJ especially enjoys the creative process of writing.