I Find My Voice

At night

I find my voice

When the world is hushed

but the crickets sing

And my mind quiets down enough

to discern the mumblings of my heart

And the stumbling, stuttering phrases

march forth like ragtag soldiers

and try their best to hold formation

The sun shouts, but the moon whispers

And in the muted symphony

I can hear my own strains

Solemn or frenzied

Melancholy or wild

In the stillness

I find my voice

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