My Inner Voice

The sleek wood of my guitar calls to me.
The melodic tone sings to me.
It is here, that I forage for my inner voice.

I strum down and I hear my hidden voice reverberate around the room.
It’s so different from mine and yet, so similar.
This voice is not mine, but it is.
It lies deep inside me.
It is my true voice.





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