I hear that voice, finally.
It’s utterly silent outside.
For once, I can admit
The loudest sound was that of pride–
My own–wounded, raging, wrathful,
Hurling malcontent internally,
I’d forgotten the sound of my quiet voice–
Drowned out so bitterly.
It whispers words:
Courage. Strength. Persevere.
Terms once taught in school,
By teachers I held dear.
Now I am the leader,
Still learning to be taught
The difference between momentary sadness
And being eternally distraught.
Pride, that snide and boastful will,
Would have my heart ache in simple grief
When I would have something more substantial–
The passion of self-belief.