Finding My Voice

A poem about self-creation

My voice!
My voice!
There’s no such thing.

I’ll never find it by looking
Only by metallurgy

Only by pouring white-hot passion
Into the frames of words
And beating them

And then purifying, hardening flames
Loving the inhale of lung-burning steam

And beating them till they glow

Until they sound less like words
And more like thunder

This poem is inspired by a random Nietzsche quote I encountered recently:

“…what I am today, where I am today — at a height where I no longer speak with words but with lightning bolts”

If you want to go full nerd with me, I found it in this research paper.

If you want to read more of my poems like this one:

Becoming

My Superpower

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