Clouds over a field
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Like a wingless bird I fly with words
soaring the sky with my head held high
because I believe in what I voice
a melodic chirp that’s heard,

A voice so light yet powerful
like a sprinkling rain before a storm quenching the souls of all the habitants of the earth
my voice is the same
giving encouragement to those who see and hear while reminding the hopeless that they’re worth the time and a listening ear,

Even when my voice is weak and I’m weary and the burdens of life are heavy my voice will lift my spirit and spread all over the world, everybody will hear it.

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Christopher Reece

Christopher Reece is a writer incarcerated in Michigan. He has been in prison since he was 20 years old.