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


Beautiful 🤩
I love this poem. ❤️ Thank you for sharing it! 🙏 I want to learn to hear the trees, like my ancestors did.