Patience is what is required of me, for me, to me. [Why?]
I can get lost in a whirlwind of the mind & heart. [Why?]
For so long, my voice has gone unheard that even I, sometimes, don't recognize it. Many voices have long come to fill that void. Sometimes, those voices resonate with mine, and sometimes, they are dissonant to mine. Yet, until recently, those voices felt louder than my own.
Recently, however, I have learned to be quiet and stay silently still - enough so that I can hear my own voice. It's a quirky voice - my own - with its own brand of dry humor.
Yet, every so often, it submerges - lost again amongst the many voices. But, my voice it grows strong - every day, a little louder & a little surer. Now, it seeks to be heard. It is just finding the words - so easy to pen (or type), not so easy to give sound. For those words give this voice shape - it makes it present. [Why?]
It is my voice. It is me. And with patience, I will come to be.
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