“These words were never yours to silence.
Only I have the power to set them free.
And no one can take them from me.”
For some time now, I’ve been lost in between the words that hang upon the tip of my tongue. They want nothing more than to drip from my lips but my throat utters no sound. It’s as if I’ve lost a piece of me. A large one. Because words are where I find magic. They’re where I can breathe life into my dreams, paint the skies with a kaleidoscope of color that burst into being like fireworks in the night. They are the blood rushing through my veins, and the passion in my heart. But I feel them with me, waiting to escape like a caged animal hoping for freedom. How they whisper to me in the darkness. These words were never yours to silence. Only I have the power to set them free. And no one can take them from me as long as I draw breath.
© Sarah Doughty
Never again will I
allow this silence
to overcome me.
I deserve better.