never too late

I didn't know

there was a voice
that lay buried
inside me
for forty six years;
a voice
that could only cry
a newborn cry
of helplessness,
of needs buried
in a silent dark womb,
that was safe,
waiting upon a world
to listen, to placate;
abandoned by a mother
who knew not
how to feel a child,
a child who was born
to teach her how to be
a mother, a human,
with a voice
cared for
now,
never too late.