I will no longer drown the quiet girl

that reaches so desperately for air

only to have a hand pressed to her face

and shoved back into the water

filling her lungs.

She will rise from the dark oceans

of her hellish mind only to be greeted by soft rain.

This quiet girl that once couldn’t speak

because her lungs were so filled with water

will be able to regurgitate the salty truth that’s

been kept so long underwater in that

dark abyss.

And once she’s done

I will hand her the drums

That beat as loudly as her heart

Which will reverberate through my soul.

Because I owe it to myself

To speak up.