Ode to a Voice

That narrow voice that is weary
Speaks slowly in my presence.
I follow it forth to the unknown
Being guided through trials and tribulations.
The voice within me continues to push
Making me hold my head high.
The voice was diligent in its wishes
That my future belonged to me.
A voice within roared today
As I was shown the light.

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