A whisper
the loudest
they could muster up
because of all the fear
building up
inside of them
Sometimes
they wished
for more power,
more ears,
and a powerful,
booming,
loud voice,
but wouldn't even
have the courage
to use it.
They wanted to scream.
They wanted to yell,
but all they could do
was murmur
"I'm fine."
For this voice
is like
a blazing fire
waiting to be unleashed
upon the world
around them.
This voice,
it is my own.
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
