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My Voiceless Past
I grew up believing that anything I said or did would offend someone, so I learned to silence the beautiful voice I once had. The little outgoing girl who once was is no longer because survival always meant silence. That little girl not only lost herself, but the beautiful voice that gave her power. I am her and she is still me.
My Voiceless Present
It is now 20 years later and I still struggle to connect with the world around me. I have been labeled an old soul by many due to my silence. Most say that on those rare occasions that I do speak, my voice is powerful or as I like to say, mighty. If only they knew what got me to this point. If only they knew that my being voiceless is the result of 20 years of trauma.
I Am Voiceless But Mighty
I am trying my best to break free. Part of me wants to flee the country and move somewhere new, but then I am always reminded that my past follows me wherever I go. I long for a new beginning, one that I am in control of. If only I had the energy to move quicker as I run towards this new beginning. Some days I can barely find a reason for waking up. Others, I know my reason and continue to fight just to prove that I am mighty even though I am voiceless.
My Beautiful Voice
Writing has given me the chance to have a voice, and I intend to use it always. One day, I hope to become another Jazz Thornton, spreading a message of hope to the world that will always live on in the hearts of many. For now, however, I am voiceless and mighty, striving to write a better ending for myself. One day, my story will be heard—if today is not already that day.
