My voice
It waivers
Is shy and unsure
Is mine
It comes from deep depths
From dark crevices
Where Hope seeps in
It comes from the cracks
From when I broke apart
And was put together anew
It comes from that raw shiny surface
Scrubbed clean from having shed those layers
My voice
Comes from the depth of my being
From my ego
From my soul
From my light
My Voice
Gives me hope
Gives me purpose
What’s yours?
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