Muted

I spoke too loudly; I became lost in fear.
My wings they melted, as the tears drew near.

Lost in a current; stuck in the now.
Looking back what I wonder is how?

I had made a mistake but could not see it clear,
not until all the pain reflect back like light through a mirror.

Refusing to see the bugs in my code, they manifested in my life.
Four types of bugs plagued me; they create much strife.

Bedbugs, and COViD, followed by Moths and Flies.
All that I went through was enough to make anyone cry.

I thought I lost my voice, I felt I no longer could sing.
But, it was I who build the cage, and I who clipped my wings.