Voice In The Wind Poem by Kevin Mitchell

Voice In The Wind



I remember,
the first time
at the open mic
I became
The Voice in the
Wind

In head dancing
slanguage using
literary devices
hanging on to
edge,
words becoming
Power

in rhythm
flowing from
wind pipes
sounds if thunder
had erupted

filled halls
of my hallelujahs
overcoming
the timid fear
of an orphan
dwarf now
giant

My David vs
Goliath moment
thoughts traveling
faster that
pen could write

that mic
was ny
atonement for
wrong ways
and detours

life handed
me knowledge
now voice
to mic became
the knife
that cut me loose

Verbally binding
speaking what
I see desperately
spelling phonetically
Energetically

Spit it nice
from pen to Heart
walking in a bit
different

the stage in
exchange for
pulpit to
supply my testiment
speaking
easy
This was meant

Forevermore
open mics blaze
with this Poets Name
And my Voice
Is Always in
The Wind
Like Freedom

Selah Amen

Kevin Guru © 2019
Voice in The Wind

Voice In The Wind
Tuesday, December 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spoken word
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