Let your voice be heard. Michelle Liew
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A voiceless bird, ring round its throat
Its wings curled up. quiet. clipped
Not broken, only bound.
Its silence, safer than sound.
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It perches atop unvoiced words
Syllables unsaid
The griefs I told like unpainted images
The scream I curtailed before it burnt.
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Some evenings, it flaps its wings–
A pulse, a gentle nudge on its cage–
And I listen–
To its quivering note, chirped. before t chokes.
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But just before its quiet rise,
Off its branch, its wings unfurled
A single chirp, small, surprised
In the dark forest. will be heard.
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