Finding my Voice

I used to be afraid of the dark 
and the deep shadows in the 
corners and depths unseen.
A watchful eye, I did not feel alone.

My voice was not to be believed or 
listened to. 
First by others 
then by my own accord.

It felt drowned out by many others 
whose voices rose above 
and outmatched mine.
I no sooner gave up.

How many years would pass before I 
could sing and chant 
to my growing belly 
in my kundalini mantras.

My voice like a bellow 
no longer soft and meek. 
It reverberated off the walls 
and landed in my heart 
and in my palm.

My body shifted and transformed.
Motherhood.
I was ushered into a new role. 
Determined to be more loving, more present,
more grateful.

I not only found my voice,
I found my courage 
and the authority to 
speak what is mine. 

I am paving the way 
for the next generation
to be believed.
To be seen and heard.