Once
upon a time, I had a voice, filled with joy and laughter. Then, events from my earlier years, caused it
to be coated with pain and disaster.
After a while, I decided that I wasn't going to speak, unless I was
asked a question. One day, I was told to
write in a journal, as part of my teacher’s suggestion. Even since my pen hit the pad, I haven’t been
able to cease. My voice is now back in
full swing, once believed to be forgotten and permanently deceased.
My voice and I are still living happily ever after.
2 comments:
Thank God for journals!
We all need an outlet.
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