I will no longer drown the quiet girl
that reaches so desperately for air
only to have a hand pressed to her face
and shoved back into the water
filling her lungs.
She will rise from the dark oceans
of her hellish mind only to be greeted by soft rain.
This quiet girl that once couldn’t speak
because her lungs were so filled with water
will be able to regurgitate the salty truth that’s
been kept so long underwater in that
And once she’s done
I will hand her the drums
That beat as loudly as her heart
Which will reverberate through my soul.
Because I owe it to myself
To speak up.