As I child I would speak
No one could hear me
Was I talking to loud?
Or were their thoughts preoccupied?
The day I discovered the power of ink
Was the day I discovered the power within me
Suddenly words tumbled out and someone could hear
I was no longer silenced by others I feared
Painful regret and shame came to surface
Desire and longing and joy were my witness
You ask me why I write and I’ll ask you one too
If no one would listen, what else would you do?