Can be light and so freeing
Like the breeze of air flowing into your life, like a lovely day in the fall, sometimes life can seem so dark, like the night.
You told me to keep quiet for who knows what’s lurking in the shadows.
But my voice is like a bird. Sometimes, it can’t be silent to protect those who play the victim card all the time out of fear of being turned in because they’re always looking for a way to blame others for the problems they don’t want to face.
To be silent again feels like being that little girl who had a voice but was too afraid to speak up for fear of others turning on her.
But I’m not that little girl anymore, and I won’t go back to the past where her voice didn’t matter.
For I know her voice matters and so does mine.
So, where do we go if we can’t say what needs to be told in this place anymore?
Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes