I went to a place
I thought I knew.
It turns out
I had just been clinging
to a shadow of the truth.
My voice was strangely crisp
and clear against warmth
of the words floating around.
the others --
distinct,
and so much personality.
When thrown together,
the span of sounds was great,
and yet there was no place
for my voice.
I seemed so
flat.
lifeless, even.
I just
kept
shrinking,
my voice stuck
in my throat.
this was not my home,
so I smiled warmly,
laughed along at our differences,
and moved on.
