Silent months I’ve stepped along
this painful path of subtle betrayal.
Alive, weight lifted from my neck,
while facing what’s right in front of me.
The duality of freedom and chains that bind,
pulling me, beckoning me to scream.
While standing stalwart,
strong and brave,
my voice will be heard,
my integrity remains,
I trust my instincts now
as they have served me.
My fulfillment now flowing,
the present is happening,
I am desired and wanted,
not by someone not looking.
Head turned at attention toward my formidable challenge,
lies and deceit used to make me look weak,
but my type of strength is not one can be faked
and when it comes forth there can be no mistake,
let the earth shake at my voice for their sakes.
Emily C. ©