The day I spoke up
There was no light that day.
The sun hid behind the dull
clouds.
Like a child hiding
behind their mother.
Even inside the lights were dull.
In a room not too small
but not too big.
With grey walls tinted with black dots closing me in.
A table in the room big enough for
four or more.
Voices shooting out at once.
Like fireworks on a summer night.
Hard to understand what they wanted.
My body is the room but I feel
as if I’m somewhere else.
All I know is there a mixture of anger and sadness in the air.
Voices, voices
everywhere.
With feelings scattered in the air.
Pinning me down in the chair.
I wanna get up and leave.
But I’m strapped down by fear.
I sit and stare.
I don’t know what to do
nor what to say.
Speak up or get up! I yelled inside.
But as I said before
I’m strapped down by fear.