Voice Poem

I open my mouth
There's a gateway.
From the inside: out.
From the outside: in.

Way in.

I breathe in. I feel my voice engage.
I am at war with the sound
I make when I sing.
My voice fails me, but I strive to reconcile with it.
My gift.
The instrument of God, whom I also war with.

I have faith (but not in God.)
I could never open my mouth if I didn't.
My voice and I will win this war together.