When I had no voice
It wasn't safe
Then the box became too small
Pushing out
Knocking down walls
Making a glorious mess
One who held a safe place
Allowing me to be me
A forever gift
Finding my own way
For the very first time
Strength I didn't know I had
And now, now what?
How shall I use this voice
And what now, my path?
Each day's walk it's own gift
New moon, new day, new life
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