Ballad of a Boy

The quiet boy was born maligned;

his silence, not by choice. 

For years, he was locked inside

without a voice to rejoice.

A mastermind, sublime and fine,

If only he could but voice-

his brilliance, bright as the stars-

this boy without his voice. 

Could no one find what was confined? 

Pleaded his inner voice.

Were they so disinclined to hear

his shrewd and special voice?

And so he was resigned to pine;

sure that he had no choice.

A mind consigned, to be enshrined-

a boy without a choice.

However, fate was not inclined

to dismiss his wise voice.

A fairy with a spacebar appeared,

offering him a choice.

“Let limits circumscribe your life

or simply make the choice

to reassign within your mind

that space you call your voice.”

So, he rewrote the storyline

to voice what was within,

and line by line, he did outshine

the voices around him.

A fine mind, unconfined at last.

Finally, free to rejoice,

wise, the future was not the past.

A boy who found his voice.