I scream.
And suddenly…
I am not silent; I am loud.
I am not small; I am big.
I am not invisible; I take up space and I fill it with my presence.
The scream lets me transcend victimhood.
The scream gives me control.
The scream is freedom.
The scream is truth.
The scream is articulate… somehow.
It articulates my frustrations and my fears.
It validates my emotions.
It affirms my existence.
It gives me power.
So, I scream.
And I love it.
© Shyla Fairfax-Owen
Now is the time to be louder than ever.
No kidding
This says it all!
🙂
Well written! 🙂
Thanks so much!