Forgotten language

I spoke so many other people’s words
I forgot my own 
A language now a faint whisper
I feel it inside sometimes
When the world goes a little quieter
I hear the echo of a shriek
But no words come to mind 
It haunts me still
I want to speak in my own tongue 
Breath between the words in an ancient melody
Yet all I hear is the sound of the world
Drenching everything 

Sometimes I feel, if only I remembered how
I could ask the trees, deep in the forest
They seem to know somehow
But all I can do is walk there 
Touch their trunks,
trying to communicate
While being deaf, mute, and blind 
They do their best 
and sing far below the ground
A faint wave of energy to rest in
A soft hug


I try to write poetry 
Juggling the letters to form words
That is not mine
Where do all the forgotten languages go
How do we find them all again 
Is there a why or a when
I keep on trying 
With the hope of one day
Stumble upon the key 
To unlock it all 
To hear the call

Text: Johanna Pansera Image Adobestock