Sunday, August 31, 2025

The Two Voices


The sky is wide and near

A whisper says “don’t try”

Another voice says “fly”

Both are true, I hear


The ground is firm and deep

It pulls me close to stay

It asks if I’ll obey

Or if my wings will leap



A seed must break to grow

The soil will press it down

The roots may almost drown

Yet strength is born in slow


The doubt becomes my guide

It tests if dreams can last

It questions every past

And walks close by my side


The hope becomes my fire

It lifts the heavy stone

It sings I’m not alone

And builds the path still higher



Two voices in my chest

One roots, one wants to soar

Together they want more

Together they know best


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