I have no voice.
The things I want to say, I can’t.
My mumblings lips are sewed together,
not a gasp, nor a breath, can escape this dark hole.
Every time I want to say a word,
the pain of ripping at the seams brings my efforts to a stop.
I have so much to say, so many ideas and aspirations,
but this incorrigible handicap is disabling me from setting my words free.
Free from the cavernous wasteland of my mind,
into the breaches of daylight at the sound of my words.
For most of my short, fragile life, I have kept quiet, kept my thoughts to myself, spoke only when asked.
I didn’t think anyone cared what I had to say.
That my ideas were worthless, not worth the waste of breath.
I was afraid of being rejected for my opinions, for my personality, for my true feelings.
I was encased in my own translucent bubble. I could look out, but no one could truly look in.
They were met with a façade of insecurity and cluelessness.
I delivered a package that had a pretty bow on it, but empty.
I just…I can’t take it anymore.
I can’t take the constant immobility of my mouth when there is a warzone roaring in my head.
I can’t take the endless nagging at the back of my conscience to say something, anything, but never acting on it.
And I finally realized that it was time.
Time to speak what I actually felt.
Time to state my honest opinion.
Time to fight for what I believe in.
Time to open my mouth and scream.
Time to be me.
I will not hide in the shadows and let the fear overtake me.
I will not try to fit in by agreeing to what is said.
I will not comply with what someone asks of me if I do not believe in it.
I am no longer in those crippling chains that had held me back for so long.
I have so many years to come,
So many things to experience, that I cannot wither my days away.
I will use the power of my words to inspire and create.
I will use the power of my words to nurture and grow.
I will use the power of my words to help others and help myself.
I now have a voice.