Whispered Wanderings

there’s a fire that burns
starts in her belly and
rises to her head she
becomes the flame as it
passes her heart
feels the warmth in her throat
coaxing back her voice
the same one she fears
will make her hated but
it is her voice, knows now
it must be heard
is ready to speak her Self
at last as the cleansing fire
burns away what’s left
of that inborn guilt and it
won’t hold her back
any longer.

klm
3/3/25

(Not posting much here these days. Still writing every day, though! Want to get back to this though.)