My Voice
Freedom of speech
It’s a given right, but I never use it
My opinions are never said
My thoughts: never imagined
I don’t want to be wrong or rejected
Where did this come from?
When did it start?
To my sibling, I was always wrong
To my past lover, I was rejected
My words meant nothing
They had no value
But then I heard a voice say
“You give me the best of me,
So you’ll give you the best of you”
Someone made me feel important
Someone I didn’t know
Along with this, an old friend came
He made me feel loved
And made sure I knew my opinions mattered
Because of him and that voice
I am changing
I recognize the value of my words
I am slowly voicing my thoughts
I understand the the time it will take
To get where I want to be
Until then, I will be scared
I will get discouraged
But him and the voice will be there for me
And it will all be worth it in the end.