"You were so afraid of my voice,
I decided to be afraid of it too."
My voice is still here. My voice still rings true for me. My voice is getting louder.
I was struck by this poem and wrote it down because it felt so real inside me. That was weeks ago. Last night, while I was finishing this spread in my journal, that poem just leapt from my mind to the page in an instant.
Sometimes it's like that, as quick as a wink it appears and if you aren't paying attention, it passes.
Pay attention to your voice.