New

I used to have this in me. I used to have this little voice inside me, almost whispering, desperate to be heard.

Has it changed language? It sounds unclear, strange... New.

And it's not desperate anymore.

It's patient, but enticing.

Tempting.

Captivating.

And it seems ready now. It's not hiding behind my ear, or tangling in my hair: it's facing me straight. 

Smug.

Undefeatable.

How am I supposed to look back?