She is beginning to find her voice,
Exploring the sounds it can make:
Long, short; high, low.

But sometimes, she is silent.
Sometimes, she sees something that
Fills her senses, and her newly discovered
Skills are forgotten; eyes widen,
Tiny hands reach out, mouth opens
In quiet appreciation.

The most fascinating things are
Sometimes the least contrived:
The ordinary, the everyday, the things
That are ignored, presumed
Uninteresting.

The only thing that changes as
We grow older is that we cease to
Try. We become content in
The absence of contentment,
See maturity and sense in the lack
Of distinctiveness in our voices.

That is not the life I want.
My body ceased to grow long ago,
But I did not. As much as I can,
I try to open my senses as
Routes to my heart, so that
It can overflow rather than
Shrivel away to nothing.

I want to grow into the world,
Finding ever more beauty, ever more
Fascination, ever more for my
Expanding voice to sing about.

05/14/2016

Posted on 07/12/2016
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