It starts with an inkling

A whisper of a secret that turns into a shout in your brain

As the voice learns how vocal chords work better together

Even when they are all raw from restraining 

The inkling that turned into a raging bull.

It starts with a look

A picture of a future that sings with happiness that many dream of

But few grasp.

It stops when your family calls it wrong

It stops when your voice is too scared to speak

It stops when you decide not to fight