My Voice

Growing up I didn't like the sound of my voice; but my voice gave me words, meaning and life. It's already been three years since you left; thousands marched and it was the most beautiful silence you could ever hear. He was everything I wanted to be; A leader with wisdom, determination and dedication who struggled with self-mutilation because we are broken, we are lost, we are so hurt by the rest of the world around us that we are fragile so handle us with care.