Soft spells were never my strong suit.
I fought hard and spoke loudly,
every chance that I had.
If a soft voice can carry power,
I congratulate it,
but it’s not my voice.

A soft voice led me down a broken road
lined with doubt and riddled with ache.
My own second-guessing could throw me into
depressions.

Strength doesn’t have to be physical
my strength lies within my voice.

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