A Turn to the Left

Can you hear my hollowed voice?
Can you hear it through this hollow box?

This is my voice,
Hollowed out and misshapen,
To the point of disbelief.

I want you to believe,
The words in my voice,
The emotion in my voice,
And the feeling that you get when you hear me.

I can be what you need,
And my voice,
Can be your pillow,
So you can sleep peacefully.

Wrap it up with ribbons and bows,
A prize you can have,
And a prize that is yours,
If you would only ask.

My voice was never used,
To the capacity that it’s good for,
Nobody ever tried to get this prize,
So it’s left unwrapped, waiting.

This doubt you have,
Is nothing new to me,
It has been something I have seen,
And something I saw it to pass.

Doubt leads to limited chances,
And limited chances is all I ever had,
Limited to zero,
And limited to nothing.

And when you know only nothing,
Something is new,
Something is bold,
Something could be scary.

My voice talks to myself,
When there is nothing around,
And voice is unused,
When nothing plays around.

The nothing turns to something,
When it is put into words,
And the words only mean nothing,
When there is something else to think about.