I Have a Voice

When I was younger, the possibilities were endless.

My dreams were all in reach, but now I forget this.

A feeling of freedom I no longer remember,

Because I’m older now, and adults tell me reality is better.

When I lost my wonder, I gained my fear.

A fear that all my work isn’t good enough for anyone to hear.

“This won’t take you anywhere,” my adult voice says.

“This is all you’ve ever dreamed of,” says the young girl in my head.

A fear of being myself has restricted me for too long,

But now I know that staying in my comfort zone is all wrong.

I have a voice, and it’s no longer timid and quiet.

I have a voice, and it is never too late to find it.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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