Hmmm.…
A voice that does not whisper,
A voice that echoes beyond its own space,
A voice that none can ignore, yet all desire.
Rooted deep where many gather,
Yet I fall silent when I am most needed.
My breath pulls tight; it feels like
A thousand silences sit,
Like needles in my throat.
Never shows the weight I bear.
At times, I question the strength I claim.
Do I deserve the praise they give me?
No matter how loud I rise,
Or how mighty I seem,
A dark, empty space always lingers within.
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