The Power in My Stutter

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In my heart, I can hear a ferocious marching drum.

The beats herald a new dawn, a beginning to come.

It’s emblazoned on the ardent sky, bleeding with fervour

This song sings my tune, new melody, it makes me braver

I whisper with the vehemence of thousand thunders tearing out the sky

But when uttered, they’re torn asunder—pathetic--there they lie

Why does my voice falter when I stand at the deck, gazing at the sea

Of faces that insinuate there’s everywhere else they’d rather be?

What a weird Achilles heel—how odd to have a will of steel

And a feeble voice that’ll feel weak in front of them and kneel?

How can I open my mouth—oh I’d rather cut my tongue out!

Dark seedlings of doubt replace my passion with their shouts

And I can’t do anything about it. Those shadows snatch my voice;

Keep toying with me until there’s nothing left for me to rejoice

About. Their bullets of laughter tear holes through my dreams.

My flags are all tattered; my song has turned to screams.

What a nightmare, what a ghostly scene!

I don’t think I can dare to dream anymore.

And as I lie there, wallowing in self-pity, crying about my misery

There’s a stubborn little ember which couldn’t bear the cold, so dreary.

There is another stubborn heart out there which goes out for me,

Another strong pair of hands to guide me when I’m weary.

As they put me back to my feet, I think I hear that thrumming beat;

Slowly, but surely, I think I feel my fear retreat.

As I rise on the deck, I gaze at the sea of faces, joyous in my company

I’m grateful to those helping hands who triggered my epiphany:

That my knees may shake, palms may sweat, voice may fail epically

But I must keep looking up at the fervent sky that tells me

To keep doing what’s right, and have people surround me

Who give me love and joy and blessings, all so lovely.

And as my chest puffs in pride, I think I must concede to this

There is some power in my stutter, and I’m loving all of it.



A/N: Happy birthday to me! This poem was written in MINE *cricket chirping ensues* and MY BESTIE'S honour! Okay, I'm getting too excited here lmao. Tell me what you think!

 Photo by David Fiddler from Pexels


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  1. Raashi 14 April 2021 at 11:50

    Very beautiful poetry!! Keep writing just like this and inspiring others (including me :b) to read and write poems

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