You told me to be quiet so I became quiet
You told me to hold my chin up so I raised it up toward you
You showed me an inconceivable event, so I became loud
You told me to raise my voice
I raised my voice…
But I feel it growing back into my lungs
I feel my voice fading again, but not because you told it too
The fade came out of fear…
And I know now that you are most definitely in the middle of it all
but... the fear comes not from you,
but from the dark, the same dark you let me see.
And in the midst of it you sent people,
people who reminded me that my voice is still heard, people who from across the room where they shouldn’t be able to hear me…
they heard me,
Your voice is powerful, it is not mine it is you.
You have used me, and I cannot be upset by it anymore.