Through time
seeking,
ever learning
after all these years
I've finally found
it-
affirmation
"voice."
Spurred by,
guided by,
others
I now know
that this
restlessness,
compelling need
has a name...
It is more
than merely
being a writer
it's the catharsis
of-
bearing witness.
It is a knowledge
that-
even if justice doesn't come
through the courts-
( through some other means)
there comes justice
in breaking silence
uttering the unspeakable
unveiling hard truths...
And this brings
triumph
over trauma,
a mending
of what's broken...
For we,
the
abused,
trampled down
our outcry
- that venting
of words
written or spoken
they're a song
of sweet
survival
a shout
of hope
and healing
a primal
howl
joyous and strong.