i will speak.

 

vines bloom around my throat and suffocate me

vines in the form of questions---

am i good enough?

am i failing? 

am i going to f*ck up my life entirely? 

every time i ask, every time i wonder, the vines grow tighter and

tighter

until i can't breathe

until the words dare to disappear

but i will not lose my voice

i will not lose track of myself

i will speak

anyway

especially

when it's hard, when it hurts, when it feels like silence would be so much easier

i will speak

anyway

i will speak

in sorrow, in tears, in whisper-thin vulnerability, in pain, in lust, in fear, in confusion

silence

is no longer an option

shutting down and going mute is no longer a possibility

i will speak anyway

i will speak when the chattering voices in my head

tell me to shut up

i will speak when society tells me i'm too much

i will speak

loudest

boldest

clearest

then. 

 

 

 

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