I need to speak
Even if no one seems to listen
I need to find my voice
When I don’t know what to say.
My story may be worn,
tattered, messy, and bruised
But it is the only one I have
Even if it doesn’t make sense
Even if it feels all too much.
I need to know I matter
I need to know that my heart,
my voice, my life matters
I need to know I have value
I need to know that I have purpose,
when it’s impossible to see.
I will embrace this
Rough edges and all.
All I have to do is begin to speak.
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[ When I have fallen and can’t call for help, sometimes another spirit speaks for me. Based on words by Lexi Behrndt #oncomingalive ]
Great poem! I’ve been trying to get people to listen to another’s story without interrupting , offering advice but just listen so the other can be heard. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for sharing with me your connection with these words. ❤
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