I Envy the Singer

I Envy the Singer

I envy the singer
more than anyone else.
Voice born from a chest
with nothing more than air.

I'm jealous of their gift
of letting out
that burn, that rush,
from wanting to be heard.

It comes on the street to me:
a pressure,
in my lungs
freed in a scream- a song.

But I sound terrible
you wouldn't want to hear me;
there may be pressure
but surely not beauty.

So envy the singer.
Beauty in chest.
Sing on unhindered-
know that you're heard.

-Matthew Koutzun