I Can’t Find My Voice

Hello hello! Your poem is very simple yet beautifully written, so without much further ado, let's get into reviewing it, shall we?

"Why is it so hard to speak?

I have so many thoughts, so many feelings

I’m desperate to get them out

To be heard and be seen"

I like how the poem begins with the speaker questioning us why it's so difficult to simply talk. Poems often form through questions about the ordinary, so that's a great beginning. I also see that you were trying to somewhat rhyme your poem so I suggest keeping the rhyming consistent.

''But it all stays stuck somewhere

Not even deep inside

It’s not like I have much to hide

And yet it’s so damn hard for me to speak

To say what I truly feel

Sometimes I wonder if the words coming out of my mouth are even real"

Honestly this is something so many of us struggle with— connection, vulnerability, truth. Actions like these are easier said than done for those who have their story to tell but simply cannot, perhaps out of fear of judgement or out of "mere trust issues". It's like the words are stuck at the roof of the mouth but cannot be let out into the real world. All I could say is don't carry all that weight upon yourself, once you expose your soul to someone you trust you won't just be vulnerable you'll be free from yourself and your head and your thoughts— it's both a strength and a weakness.

''A connection, vulnerability, no

A voice

Please God, give me a voice

Can’t you see I’m already making the choice?

To speak, to let someone understand

I’ve chosen so many times and yet all my words are terribly bland"
I get exactly what you mean because the speaker expressed the feeling well. Sometimes we simply want people to understand what we carry and what's in our heads without us having to say it because words sometimes don't carry the feeling with the same magnitude as it should.

''That’s the most I can say

About speaking at all

Now I’ll watch as all my words hit a wall

Not in acceptance

But because that’s how it is

The end

Unless maybe, just maybe

I could fi—"

That's an interesting imagery, to say that the words 'hit a wall'. Maybe the speaker is unheard of, maybe the speaker feels invisible and the words aren't giving the speaker enough blood and bones to exist to other people. I also loved the way you end the poem, cut-off mid air, it's very symbolic and on theme with the poem and is pretty creative.

Alright that's all

Find myself the heart, the courage of being wise
Trying to ease people in with my kind eyes
But what do they see in me
That holds me back from them or holds them back from me
For me to not able to be heard, coherently. Like what I say is hard to grasp.
What's the point of a voice. If the meaning of it's words are reduced
Meaning of the soul Misconstrued
Living in a world so confused.
Thoughts bouncing on all walls of the temple
Not in acceptance
such as an end without dispare but care
Am I not just alone
If My Thoughts. With My Voice. I Can't Sha—

I thought this was very thought-provoking and emotionally stimulating; typically, I never see poetry that ends on that kind of abrupt cut off, but I think it adds a lot of tension to the poem.

Can’t you see I’m already making the choice?
To speak, to let someone understand
I’ve chosen so many times and yet all my words are terribly bland

The abrupt ending did leave me a bit off guard! But It's a rather relatable poem, like how our voice fails us when we need it most.
And once you do have hope it cuts off, maybe refereing to even more fear of speaking? Or that the topic changes after you find your ability to talk!
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Wow, what a beautifully relatable and almost ironic piece of work as you write about not being able to write. As writers, our voice is one of the most important things to us, as it is what brings forth our art. I know as a poet myself I have written many poems about feeling tongue-tied and stuck and mute, even though I have such heavy feelings and thoughts, just no words to properly convey them.

In this poem, there is a clear desperation from the narrator. The emotions in this piece are so clear. The questioning brought forth in the line, "Sometimes I wonder if the words coming out of my mouth are even real" and the begging in the line, "Please God, give me a voice" perfectly capture the overall tone of the poem. There are even hints of anger or frustration in the midst of confusion and begging.

The fourth and final stanza really hits hard with the narrator actually losing their voice and ending the poem mid statement. It's powerful, poignant, and leaves the reader feeling satisfied yet stuck in the same way the narrator is. In that brief moment of hope, it is taken away by silence. I really love the artistic choice to do that. Great poem!

Okay wait. This is actually so pretty it’s insane.

I love how honest this is. Like it doesn’t try to sound poetic for the sake of it — it just is. It literally puts you inside that feeling of being stuck. The frustration, the desperation, the “why is this so hard??” energy — it’s all there. And it’s not dramatic in a fake way.

The part where you say the words feel bland? That’s so painfully relatable. It’s such a simple thing to say, but it carries so much emotion. And the way it builds to “Please God, give me a voice” — that line actually feels like it comes from somewhere deep. It doesn’t feel written. It feels felt.

Also the ending??? The cut-off “fi—” is actually genius. It makes you feel the interruption. Like the voice literally gets stopped mid-sentence. That’s such a smart way to show what the poem is about without explaining it. I love when writing does that. It’s quiet but intense at the same time.

This genuinely puts you into the emotion. You don’t just read it — you feel the frustration in your chest. It’s vulnerable in a way that’s not trying to impress anyone. It’s just trying to be understood. And that makes it beautiful.

It’s deep, but not in a confusing way.

Hi! I absolutely love this poem. You've written it about something that a lot of people can relate to (me included), and I love that. I absolutely love rhetorical questions, and you've put 2 of them in here. I also think the ending is great where it cuts off, and I don't know if I'm just being a bit stupid (or oblivious), but I don't know what this was going to continue with. I think I am just being a bit silly, and as soon as I either figure it out or someone tells me, I'll be like 'Ohhhhhh. Yeah. That makes sense'. I'll stop waffling now Overall, this poem is excellent. Keep up your amazing work!

Heyyyy ✌️
I think this is your second poem right? Nevertheless I am here to give you a review!!!
I had been thinking of writing a flash fic and I wanted it to be about not being able to express ourselves. I think my 'never written' flash fiction found its soulmate.
The poem is straightforward (YOU GET EXTRA POINTS FOR THAT) yet it didn't fail to evoke feelings in the reader.
The poet describes her endless thoughts but she has trouble expressing them- unrelated, but I wonder if its due to the people's uninterest in her.
I don't think the poem needs any explanation or any fixes
It is beautiful the way it is.

love, peace and absolute bs,
Nandini