Finding and Losing

I used to speak out, loudly and clearly.
I used to speak as if those words were mine to say , but no.
I was merely an echo.. A channel.. A way for others to be heard...

I recall the night I lost my voice.
I tried to shout at the top of my lungs, but when I opened my mouth , nothing came out.
I didnt lose it. It was taken away. It was stolen.

Now, when i had a lot to say.

When it was my story to share..

My words to speak of..

I was incapable.

No sound comes out when i try to utter

the words I used to have.