Inherently I knew that if I did not find my voice, holding everything inside would eventually kill me; perhaps not physically but my dreams, future endeavors, and hopes would all die. Not in a noticeable way, but slowly…over time. I would seem to be doing just fine on the outside, to those who can not really see into the heart of a matter, but, I would be dying a slow death internally. My voice would be drowned out by all the other voices in the world…
It is this fear of drowning in the world, voiceless, that pushes me beyond my fear (real and imagined) to the place where I have started to speak out about the things that are important and needed to be expressed. I had to empower myself to speak. I needed to give myself permission to give voice to my hearts thoughts, because no one else could or would be able to do this for me. I was on this journey alone…
KimberlyLCarter 