Speech.

No more silence.
No more censor.
No more fear of misconception.
That state does more harm than good.
It's been a safe haven for me.
My safe place.

I want to break free.
..
From holding my thoughts back
From denying my feelings.
A senseless silence.
They say she doesn't talk, I laugh...
If only they saw the facade, and what I hold back to cover my shortcomings, the one I figured out myself. With an 'unwhole' lens.
No more!

I gain my voice
And sound it like a babe that's learning the art of speech.
Not minding how it comes out
Yet yielding to correction.

I utter my first word
And feel so much joy
Even if it sounds like rant
It eases my heart
I'm heard

I have a voice
I make the speech
I. Am. Heard!

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