The Chorus Within Pt. 2

A soft voice slips through, an old friend tucked between breaths; he hums promise like dawn breaking and even the skeptic bows to him for a moment. "Just breath," he whispers, arms open wide to welcome light fidelity. Yet, amidst this raucous ensamble, I roam a solitary corridor- a stillness cradled tightly around me, trying to decipher who am I beneath their clamor, listening for my own heartbeat beneath all they say. A quiet pulse waiting patiently for its moment among confessions- the riot recedes as I dare claim my song within them all, a truth woven from fragments. Like glass shards catching sunlight, caught up, but never cut apart- just pieces melding to form something whole within this minds vast theater.