Voices

Some will do so gently, slowly... from silence to a whisper.

Reclaiming what has been lost like tending a garden.

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A whisper to a needed conversation... seamlessly onward sound by sound, to a full-bodied roar that joins the song of humanity and shakes the walls of oppression.

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This is beauty.

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Others, though, so long in constriction, their vocal chords tight and dry, may not start slow.

These, too long feeling invisible hands around their throats, too long with a fire-rage to be known rising up...

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For these, the reclamation is a ragged screech, rising from their bellies and scorching even their own throats with its fire as it shatters into the world.

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Know, dear Soul:

This, too is beauty.

For this human Song is vast and holy.

It can both light the fires and cool the scars of burns, and bring even the furthest dissonance into harmony.

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So do not fear your voice as it rises up in you.

Do not fear its power, or the claim it will make on you as it leaves your lips.

This world needs your voice, needs all voices.

You are safe to trust all that may break apart when you break open.

Have no doubt: This Song is the love that will dance the broken pieces into harmony.

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Sing it into the breaking.

Sing yourself into being.

Sing the world into harmony.