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My Lion-Voice

Until complete liberation

By Anthi PsomiadouPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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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

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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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