My voice

I found it!

You found what?

My voice!

My very own, it sounds so nice!

like water hugging stones,

an empty shore waiting—

patiently,

for me to arrive.

Thankfully,

I found it.

My own way to talk, walk, sing, and dance.

The perfect shoes I found within,

Thankfully.

Toes throb and mourn the wrong ones.

I tortured my body looking for my own way

to pronounce delight.

Finally,

I walked along the shore,

bag packed with the essentials,

no more, no less.

Whose kidding,

I missed a couple things

but enough, I found it!

Enough!

I found it!

Enough!

I found it!!

Enough!!!

I found it!!!!!!

I will shout this.

I will not pipe down, calmaté

silencia, siéntete.

I won. I am enough.

and now…grief is for me as I

divorce all the heavy weight i gathered in pursuit of beauty,

that I found,

Thankfully. Thankfully. O, so, Thankfully.

on the black shore alone, singing, ringing

Pure.

My voice.

My own, simple way to phrase and

engage with life.

Now, I can finally hear

the song,

the waves make.