The Voice I Quieted
So here I am letting my words flow, not quite sure what they mean yet. Poems seem to come naturally to me. The words arrive quickly, as if my subconscious is shouting, “I need a release.”
I often keep my emotions tucked away. I learned to quiet my voice when I was in a broken place. Anything that brought me joy was criticized and ridiculed.
I felt shackled and placed in a box where my creativity could never escape. For a time, I accepted the shackles, I accepted the scorn. I sat in the shadows and decided to simply support.
While accepting this space, I stayed in my place. I convinced myself that my light was to stay dim while I cradled the back of a man that shed skin.
When I tried to shine, just one little bit, the thorns got sharper and started to pierce my skin. The writing I write now reflects a dark place but I’m thankful now, to write in a somewhat safe space.
- Ray 🤍🕊️