My voice becomes a lion in a cage
when I don’t stand up for myself,
when I swallow it,
when I forget I’m brave.
It wildly moves
inside my chest.
It feels suppressed,
I can’t get rest.
When it’s exhausted
by protesting,
it goes to the other “edge”,
silently resting.
But even then, even when muted
I feel its vibration.
My blood is boiling
in veins of asphyxiation.
And then, one day,
the volcano explodes.
The lion-voice
comes out through my throat.
Exposed to the light,
directed where needed,
declares my point.
Cowardness is defeated.
An almost-freedom this is.
Full freedom will be
when my voice will learn to soar
before becoming a lion’s roar.
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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives
About the Creator
Anthi Psomiadou
Writing, Life coaching, Criminology, and more. But I simply do these, I am not these. I just am. I am what I am, at any given moment.
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