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Day 4: Voices Carry

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 abuse

As blows

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

My grandmothers

My mother

My father

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!!!



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Hi! My name is Cheryl but my friends call me Bloom. I'm a true, old soul millennial who decided to start a blog about becoming an adult, a woman, foodie and dating. I love self help books, oldies and talking to people about life. I like to laugh and tell jokes. I like to buy "sh!t" as my dad says that I usually don't need but what girl doesn't?! Thanks for stopping by. Come back any time.

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