Worth the Risk
Freedom to let my words fly into the ears of others...
A desire held in my heart since I was four
But denied to me by one simple thing:
The day you handed back to me the envelope containing my soul
You took away my freedom to speak about my feelings.
Writing was my form of speech, because words are hard to say
When depression has eaten away at your ability to speak
And replaced it with the fear of rejection.
As I tore up that envelope my words became locked in a cage;
Birds with wings clipped by your words and actions.
The desire to speak, to be free to let free the emotions churning within me
And pen them into words that would help me understand,
The desire was strong, but the words were imprisoned.
More than a year later I picked up a pen again.
It felt strange in my hand, strange and powerful.
The nib touched the paper and left a stroke of ink.
The ink became a word, the word became a sentence,
The sentence became a poem
And I was free t