Someone I do not know
Wrote me a poem.
I do not know her name
Or her credentials
Or her demeanor
But the language she chose
From my voice
Made me realize
That I have one.

So today as I focus on my ability
To paint portraits with my words
And imagination
I know my voice is more important
Than I thought.

No impostor syndrome here today.
Just a knowledge that today
Is a day of creation
From nothing into something
Like god.