Oh, but darling, all these secrets you’ve kept
weren’t meant to stay hidden.
It’s such a stifling feeling, when your mouth is shackled shut by fear and manipulation. If only I had the strength to use my voice more than once when I was a child, maybe I could have ended my torment. Or, it could have killed me.
© Sarah Doughty
Sarah Doughty 
From the radiant and pure crystal of the mind proceeds a gem of a thought. Anand Bose from Kerala
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Thank you.
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I feel this is two voices in conversation, and the first wouldn’t have wanted to hear what the second had to say. So painful to read.
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It was a little painful to write, but it seems the more I write about it, the easier it becomes.
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How revealing that you felt your voice was stifled as a child, only to grow into a writer where you allow yourself to use your voice every day. Now that’s a lot of chains you’ve broken through!
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I often don’t see the hurdles I’ve managed to jump over, but when I do think about it, that’s exactly what I’ve done. I’ve taken back my voice and taken it to a new level. Thank you for reminding me. 😊
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Wishing to send a hug to that young girl inside you….💞
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Thank you so much.
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Hugs 💛
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Thanks so much!
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Reblogged this on Blood Into Ink and commented:
Sarah Doughty/Heartstring Eulogies
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Yes!
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Thank you!
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Welcome! 😊
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