There are many voices
Seeking, shouting, vying, trying
To be heard, acknowledged, prized
Above the rest.
Skittering across the net
Bouncing from site to site.
Each one calling “pick me!” “pin me!”
“stay here!” “like me!”
Songs from the past
Play a never-ending loop in my mind.
Melodies that haunt and don’t inspire,
Words that beat and tamp down
My flame, my song, my voice