ROARED

I’m an someone silenced before I ever roared 

Too loudly to speak my mind

To trust myself eludes me for one last time. 

I have the words, the power, the love. This is my faith.

With wavering trust I create.

This is where this story ends and a new beginning arises 

The old ways are stale, my centre is clear

A choice to move forward without resentment and fear.

If I want to know my fate, I must know myself.

If I can make it through the self doubt 

The sentimental will return and end this drought

I am just like you, too aware to ignore our connection

To stubborn to let it in.

I will see myself as whole, when the truth creeps in

Through sound, we will fly through worn roads and lift the veil

And feel the joy once again.