Voices Untold but Told Anyway 

Poem by: Caroline Levine

I wish I knew 
what was 
bold, not true. 

I wish I felt
what could be
done for others,
for myself. 

Alas, I am 
young. Too young
to watch rivers 
form as they flow
from shore to sea.

But too old, I am,
to join the world
green. I must know
now for if not now,
then how?

I musn’t wait,
that much I can say
as the light passes 
in and out my window
each day. 

My thoughts still have
value, despite what is 
said and so I shall speak
before my thoughts 
all fall dead. 

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