Freedom of Voice

As the storm blows through,      the birds still sing,      their chirps pinging from tree to tree      where they found shelter. Amidst the roaring thunder,      their voices can be heard loud and clear,      almost defiant, but not quite. As the gray clouds move swiftly,      casting ominous shadows below,      their calls grow louder, more frequent. Temporarily grounded,      waiting to take flight.

~1 my voice awakens   after months of blank pages  healing words will flow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ after months of blank pages my voice awakens opening the flow of words ~2 Where were you hiding? All this time lying in wait for the right moment. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All this time, lying in wait Where were you hiding? Or what were you hiding from? ~3 Slight wind, soothing breeze waking up the weary trees, setting my soul free. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  Waking up the weary trees energizing breeze  setting my weary soul free. ~4 A new way to be, blessing those who come your way, committing to change ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finding a new way to be, committing to change, blessing those who come your way. ~5 the power of words much underestimated never disappoints  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ much underestimated  the power of words yet it never disappoints