Voiceless and silent
my larynx choked
I forced a word
and mustered nothing
but a strangled cry
no coherrance
and no connection to me
I lived
only hearing others
their voices insistent
seemingly stronger
I was not worthy of my voice
UNTIL I WAS
I cannot cohabit in my head
with others
this body and voice
is my own
I found myself become stronger
I found my voice
and my own story
and the strength within myself
My voice no longer falters
or fails
mine is distinct
and loud
I can shout above the din
of a crowd
I realise now that my voice
was always my own
I just forgot to own it
I wrote this this morning, and I hope it makes people think about their own voices, strengths and rights. They all count as a collective- as part of our voice.
We are all strong, guys. We all have a voice, and IT IS and ALWAYS WILL BE STRONGER than our abuser. Don't ever forget it.
When they hoover, DO NOT let yours falter.
11,000 voices are one here- we are all examples of survival and strength.
(((Hugs to all)))
Lots of Love, Love Kyra xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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