Uncomfortable or not, I am thankful.

I am learning how to speak my truth.

Without a quiver in my voice

And a shake in my hand

A life begun with a whimper not a bang.

Afraid to make noise

And incur wrath.

A pattern I am breaking with every word I scream.

To sing and speak in open tones and doors -

That seem to shatter illusion and create noises.

echoing sentiments

I've long forgotten or hidden.

It's all the same.

Notion of time and space.

A cosmic learning and undertaking.

Thank you to those who have challenged me to be seen.

To make space for myself.

To take up the rooms I inhabit.

In my body, my being.

Uncomfortable or not, I am thankful.

Ness Song