Voice

I had a voice,
Plain but relevant
Simple but unique
Stammering but confident

As time went by,
I started missing my voice
I looked for it everywhere
But it kept drifting away from me.

I was worried,
I began to be someone else
My words didn't carry emotion
While I lacked conviction.

One day, I realised,
The voice didn't go anywhere
It was buried inside me
I missed it because of surrounding noise.




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