Conversing with Myself

i thought there was an audience waiting to hear my voice
i thought my ideas were meaningful to some
and therefore should be shared with many

i searched for an outlet where one could learn my voice
i thought it was already significant to some
perhaps they would bring many

i thought i just need somewhere to raise my voice
where i would be listened to by some
heard by many

i found that place and spoke out. i found that what i thought was my voice was not my voice. i realized that my thoughts were layered upon thought, upon thought, upon thought. this new place brought with it these new realizations, new desires, new inspirations,new convictions, new ideas; a new voice. who is that audience? who has opened themselves up to me to the extent that i cannot deny them? who do i speak to that demands these words be spoken? who cries out for this voice; my voice? who might these words fall upon and that they may actually have some meaning; some purpose? is there a place where this dream finds not only actualization, but justification? is there really a reason for these words to exist? is there anyone listening?

who will hear my voice?
i believe there are some
i wish there were many