The voice

A small voice speaks in my head
Deafening decibels echo through the mind
A beast inside with no where to hide
Clawing vocal chords begging to speak

The pain can be endured no more
A ringing of chords must occur
Oxygen to fill the lungs
Energy to deliver a message

Imagination it is a roar
But when released it is a whimper
Words fumbled
A mixed message
The beast must retreat once more
Waiting for opportunity to rise again

Speak from the heart
Seek words from the soul
So that the beast may roar

What does your voice say to you?

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