she thought she lost her voice
but then she made a choice
she thought she had no choice
but then she found her voice
tripping
hiding under the covers
from life
unsure of her direction
never with conviction
making hard choices
forcing herself to live with them
alone
in the house she built for herself
in the house she
and no one else
bought for herself
she tells herself she is nothing
no spine no substance
no SHE
no who she is supposed to be
but no one knows or cares
who she is supposed to be
she is carving
cutting
breaking
demanding
the right road for herself
and fuck everyone else
only she can find the way
and she will find the way
even if she never
ever
ever
finds her voice.
It sounds like she has indeed found her voice. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteErin's right. She'll find it.
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