Seen

Growing up I learned that children were to be "seen and not heard"

That lesson spilled over into many areas of my life where I was often seen but not heard.

I often found myself in unfavorable situations; abused and misused. 

Eventually I started choking on unspoken words.  

My thoughts were too deep to share with a therapist and often times I turned to 

my wrist. 

I grew tired of the same ol story. I needed a new story. 

Writing became my therapy, my diary. 

I had so many thoughts, feelings, and emotions that were queued in my brain.

I decided that I was going to be heard in some way.

I was determined to fight the burden that weighed on my chest.

And in time, I was freed from the undenyable grip of my silence. 

Fighting with relentless violence.

I will be seen.

I will be heard.