When the Voice Awakens

It is twilight.

The sky is neither day nor night—

just a quiet in-between.

And something  stirs inside

so softly,

like a breeze 

or the hush of evening light

No big words,

no rush.

Just a gentle feeling

rising from within.

Maybe it’s been waiting—

all this time—

for you to stop trying

and simply listen.

This voice is not loud.

It doesn't try to impress.

But it’s true.

And it’s yours.

When it speaks,

something opens—

softly 

like dewdrops on a petal

And as twilight deepens, your voice keeps blooming.