Finding my voice,
My sound,
My way.
Finding my words,
My song,
My notes.
The effort
The strain
Only a croak
A creak
A crackling, raspy whisper
I find.
I close my mouth.
Throat dry,
Swallowing the ball of doubt.
I inhale
Closing my eyes.
Summoning courage.
The stories I heard tell,
The voices of those,
Who read to me.
Again I begin
To find my own voice.
In the midst of all their supporting voices.