I am looking for the voice, I am looking for myself.

The courage I thought I have is untraceable.

What I am not is who I am becoming.

What I want to be is hiding from me.  

My gift is my passion. The trust in things that I can make them happen.

I know the power I hold, then why it has to be told.

The act of exclusion is what makes them not see it.

My strength is what makes me weak.

Those who don’t have, scream big.

Instead of joining hands they build walls.

Guess, that’s why no one can see me.

How do I speak up. Look for what is missing.

Get back to the game, which I want to ace.

The joy of making us win. The vision to paint the big picture.

Ability to connect and crack the code.

It is in front of me. Just a matter of time.

When I need the spotlight, it seems cloudy and far.

The agony of not able to touch. The frustration of missing that punch.

I know its time to say it loud.

I am trying to connect the dots and seek that silver cloud.

Influence them to see me or send a messiah to push me.

I thought I was bold and fearless. It seems like a déjàvu. It happened in past too.

When I missed the beat; he came to rescue me. Was that 2015?

So, who will come this time? Or will it be me raising my game.

Where do I look and find that voice. What is missing seems to be inside.

I need a miracle. I need to be that miracle.

Speak up and be the voice. Say it loud that I believe in me.

Give them and me a sign. Drop some light.

I know you are guiding me. But sometimes be more than I need you to be.

Be the air they breathe. Eyes so they can see.

I need you to hold me. Be my voice and let me be.

The halo effect so I light up and change the course of my destiny.

May I soon be me.