by Breanna Lowman
Find your voice, I've heard it said
But mine has always been stuck in my throat
It cracks and it pops and has a mind of its' own
And when I try to sing it cuts off, breathless, silenced.
So, I'd sing in my room with a quiet voice
Where only my ears could hear the sound
And I'd write in a journal sealed and bound
So that in the waters of insecurity and fear I wouldn't drown.
But every time I saw a microphone
It called out to me by name
Come here and put your lips to me
Open your mouth and words will be waiting
Embrace the butterflies
And conquer the fears
Let your voice out
And let it ring clear
For your voice is meant to be heard
There is healing in your words.
So, I step up to the mic
Awkward as can be
Gripping it with shaking arms
And a heart racing in between.
And I open my mouth
And I hear my voice
echo and ring
resound and reverberate
bounce and resonate
hover and soar
And I'm not afraid anymore.