Anxious as doom arises, I am done

Searching eyes hone in on mine, looking dead

But there is no escape as change has won

With its angry, hungry jaws, it is fed

Initially, I was but a mouse squeak

I kept away from those I saw as new

But one day, I see speech protects the weak

From there, my negativity withdrew

And while my voice was new to me and them

I saw that all around me there was light

With this I learned, a voice was such a gem

Use it dearly and with it, stop the fight.