Jennifer Mojica Academia showed me a poem. It rocked me. It also inspired me to write my own piece in response, if not in parallel. Consider the voices brought about by choices. Your voice IS your choice. For death and life.
DEAR VOICE, AGAIN
Dear Voice,
It was hard to hear you, at first
So used to that other sound
So used to that dark tempo
Metering out my lack of worth like a symphonic poem
It was hard to believe you, at first
So used to the truth I knew was a lie
So used to the liar lyre
Plucking at my broken places as if they were the only things there
It was hard to grow you, at first
Always feeling guilty about it
Always working to make it not always
No one told me how hard it’d be to speak again
So much mumbling, at first
Always pushing for validity
Always, even though validity was already always there
Accepting the sunlight at first felt like burning
It is still a work in progress,
I have learned and must continue
I have spoken and chosen not to
Walking in the whole and holiness of the sun