no. 95

There was this compression

Of my desires

A faulty voice

Whispered with frailty

A damaged

And fragmented self

An undeveloped ability

To express my dreams

But now

Now I am creating space

For that self to emerge

To be heard clearly

To be a healthy expression

Of my deepest places

To feel and think

In unison

With my self

To be a complete person

To act with patience for myself

To create space

And time within

To hear the quiet voice

So that it won’t be so quiet

Any longer

So it can roar with confidence

From the depths of myself