<p>I lost my voice along the way</p>
<p>Somewhere between 23rd and Broad.</p>
<p>A man walked away with it.</p>
<p>He tucked it in his wallet and carried it like cash.</p>
<p>One more voice &#8216;cashed in.&#8217;</p>
<p> ;</p>
<p>My pace, somber and slow,</p>
<p>disappearing with each step.</p>
<p>I fade into the rest</p>
<p>Faces with no names</p>
<p>Branded to fit the masses</p>
<p>Lost in the crowd</p>
<p> ;</p>
<p>I lost my voice somewhere between now and then.</p>
<p>Gone. Not lost. Paused.</p>
<p>Gradually it returns</p>
<p>somewhere between Broad and New.</p>
<p>I made my own cash</p>
<p>Bought my voice back</p>
<p>Held my head high</p>
<p>Looked everyone in the eyes</p>
<p> ;</p>
<p>My voice returned</p>
<p>It beats with sound</p>
<p>A rhythm felt with no words</p>
<p>Robbed and returned</p>
<p>It&#8217;s my voice &#8211; quiet and bold.</p>
<p>Lost but found.</p>
<p> ;</p>
<p>I lost my voice along the way</p>
<p>never to be taken again</p>
<p><img class="alignnone wp-image-1549" src="https://thesoulwhispersblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/11/shoes.jpg" alt="shoes" width="218" height="178" /></p>
<p> ;</p>
<p> ;</p>
<p> ;</p>

Somewhere Between 23rd & Broad
