I found my voice today.
Drowned out by the norms and demands, the expectations and regulations of a fit in or be pushed out society.
Barely audible, it had been reduced to a husky whisper from yelling too long and too hard to be heard above the din and the clang and the clash and the clatter of inane platitudes and false words, lies and omissions.
Worn thin by false hope and crushed dreams. Dreams no longer dreamt because to dream them meant more frustration for what could never be.
Crushed by one disappointment after another, stolen on the breeze of bitter discontent.
Buried in the hustle and bustle of survival and living paycheck to paycheck and still coming up short. Stuck in a soul destroying humdrum of routine.
Trampled upon by worry and stress and burned out emotions.
And it said: You. Will. Be. Free.