Words escape me. An oddity given the fact that I am a writer.
Lost for words. Or perhaps not lost- just…
Just under the surface.
Occasionally escaping the depths from which they rest.
A voice buried beneath years of…years of small and seemingly insignificant events.
Events that all snowballed into one large barrier, keeping me from feeling- Free…
Freedom.
That’s what the voice within me seeks.
To speak freely. To be heard. To be respected.
To feel safe.
For reasons I have yet to understand this voice within still fights; despite years of being quieted…it fights.
It fights to be heard. I fight to pull it to the surface.
On the verge of discovery. Here it comes…
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