To find your voice

As some of you may know, once I had a platform. It was an online space housing all types of genres but something entirely mine. Every word, picture, sonnet, was me and somehow that resonated with people and from there it grew, till I had to give it up.

I always knew I was meant for one thing only and that was to be creative with words in any capacity. I have been writing ever since I was 6 years old and could express myself. It was the one truth I never denied myself.

When I finally had the courage to start anew, to start fresh here, I feel like I am somehow being held under gun point, no direction, no real escape, no real way forward. That is not to say I find no solace in writing anymore, just that I don’t know how to dress myself on this occasion, something that should be so entirely mine, like before.

Of course every progress is progress, and I will not do it all the same again, nor do I want it to, but I struggle to find my voice. And just now, almost nearing midnight, I realized maybe that’s just fine.

I don’t have to have it all figured out now, I can explore my different self authentically, on here. Your voice can be lost, but that doesn’t mean you can never find it again.