This may take awhile, trying to say what’s on my mind. Letting go of the cannot, and turning it into a can. I have a voice, so quiet it can be mistaken for a whisper. It is a humble voice that gently declares the words I wish to say, it isn’t a boastful voice that commands an audience to listen. Often feel my voice gets overlooked and within a group, I am given little existence. I dare not shout, because I fear the impact it had on others. I try to stand close to the listener, praying they hear my humble cry. Maybe it is a cry for help, but from whom and from where? Understanding the inside of myself, was never something I was good at. Just seems like a struggle for release and breaking free of the cages I built over so many a years. But still I have a voice, can you hear it?
By Julius Fa