My voice started with a scream.
turned soft-toned down
by expectations of false
femininity of
pretended fragility
My voice has been shifting and changing
with my healing sanctuary
My voice is growing stronger.
Flowing with more vehemence
When before it blocked behind
Rocks in my stomach.
I am my voice.
My voice is growing.
As I grow in trust.
As I let go
of any illusions of control
I’m ready to abandon myself to all of creation
In my voice, I’m ready to expand.
My voice is growing
full circle into the initial scream.
Come forth creative power.
I’m ready.