Your voice might be silent but your heart is exploding with voices dying to be heard. This is what happens when children are taught to be seen not heard. It becomes hard to express yourself, you say what you think is proper but hold in what you really feel. Poetry is my voice, to what I've felt or seen others go through; our sins, fears, passion and faith. This is my voice and the silent voices of others. What would you say, if your heart had a voice?