The dilemma of finally finding her voice
Was that it was not enough
Simply to speak
This voice
Which had lain dormant
Inside of her for so long
Lost under unrelenting responsibilities
An overdeveloped superego
The weight of roles such as “wife”
As “mother”
As “worker bee”
Rarely “woman”
Rarely even “human being”
Had become voracious
What she thought was merely a trickle of words
Activated by the injustices of the world
And the ache it awoke in her heart
Had grown rapidly into the flow of a kitchen tap
When given some room
It then grew into the steady stream of water
From a garden hose
It then threatened to explode
Like water from a fire hydrant
Or perhaps with the ferocity
Of a river long damned
Obliterating all real and imagined obstacles
In its path
She had not known
Had not realized
That all of this lay inside…
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Whisper and the Roar 