Find Your Voice

I have no voice.
I speak in quiet whispers,
Desperate sighs.
I have been traumatized.

My cry is unheard.
Soundless murmurs,
Inaudible pleas.
Please listen.

In the darkness,
Deep within a wounded place,
Shrouded in secrecy

The words begin
To form, images
Flash vividly
Into consciousness,

Pictures into words,
Silence into sound,
Splashes of color
As truth explodes into reality.

Yet, I have no voice.
Alone I feel
Powerless, fragile,
Frightened, small.
I fear I will never have
A voice at all.
But many voices
Can be heard,
United voices
Loud and clear.

Together we can
Demand they listen,
Together we can
Make them hear.

Dianne Borowski

Bay Village

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