What makes us lose our voice
So much to share
Lost in the minds overgrown maze
Of old “stuff”
Something tells me not to speak.
If I dare, the voice they hear will not be my own.
And I’m reminded to stay quiet.
Beyond thick layers of secrets and dread
I still see myself…
That piece of me that cannot be burdened by a world that weighs me down
She smiles, waving from a sunlit field
I used to know her,
I used to be her.
How do I get back there?
Back to her..
I cannot stay here
Slowly blending in
With this parched soil.