Usually when I know better but do otherwise, the voices carry
When I don’t say what I should’ve.
Voices carry as scars
As sharp tongues cutting straight at the heart.
For the opportunities I didn’t take advantage of
Voice carry as a haunting regret.
They used to hold me back. Keep me stuck. Keep me self-sabatoging.
I’ve since learned to only listen to the voices that carry me more into myself. Into my truth.
That speak life
That keep me going
Voices that carry my lineage
Age comes with a strict filter. To only allow my voice to carry me forward on my own terms.
Voices only carry me in love nowadays.
FYI- In case I didn’t let you guys know, I’ve joined another writing challenge titled: #whensilencespeaks (20 days). Let’s see how it goes!!!