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.