I unearthed something
I knew I had it before
But it got buried Under years and years
Of telling myself that the word strength
Wasn’t in my vocabulary
Speaking up created
A mess
That would spill out And touch every person I talked to
I submerged my hands in the dirt
All the way up to my elbows
I clutched those years
Pulled them from the ground
And threw them behind me
I dug
Until I discovered what I needed
(It wasn't something I could find in a friend)
(It wasn't something I could find in an significant other)
It was the thing that people barely heard or listened to
Timid and weak
Shaky and quiet
I found it
Now I need to remember
How to use it
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