I’m learning to let my true voice emerge

Without the filters that destroy its essence

I’m beginning to recognise its tone and resonance

Which truly make it my own

Writing daily grounds me

I feel more centred, more real

More or less in control of some things

But that’s the way life should be

Writing is my healing act

On the page I pour my soul

I learn to be honest with myself

And with most others too

It feels wrong to lie to a blank page

When it waits in non-judgement to hear me

I’ll keep writing until it stops feeling good

It’s my release when life seems unbearable

I’m trying not to be afraid to write

It’s strange to be scared of something I love, but

My authentic voice can be frightening

Because it shows me who I really am