Voice

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A/N:
I decided to go with a poem!
Yas or nay?

I am light, like a feather,
Delicate and soft.
I'm like a creek, filled with calm waters,
Just another noise,
That fades into the background.

You'll never notice me,
Until I'm already there.

I am heavy, like a brick,
Rough and hard-hitting.
I'm like a hammer, hitting against a nail,
Always there,
Ringing in your ears.

You'll always notice me,
Unless I'm never there.

One loud, one quiet,
One big, one small,
Communication is sparse,
Maybe it's better that way.

When a strong gust of wind hits a feather,
It will go flying,
Racing along the breeze,
And coming to a stop
Where nothing is the same.

When we meet,
There's a chance I'll go flying.

When we meet,
There's a chance the river might dry up.

When we meet,
There's a chance I'll lose my voice.

When a mother bird protects her kids,
She will go flying toward the attacker,
Fighting with her life,
And never letting up
Until she breathes her final breath.

When we meet,
There's a chance I'll be the attacker.

When we meet,
There's a chance the mother may not live.

When we meet,
There's a chance I'll find no voice.

We are the same but different,
In many ways we can't explain,
But we both know we have a voice
To show each other,
And to keep to ourselves.

We are the same but different,
In many ways we can explain,
And we both know we have a choice
To save each other,
And to save ourselves.

So what will be your choice?

Will you share your voice?

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