Reclaiming My Voice

Reclaiming My Voice

By Martha MacFarland

I stand in my power now

Reclaiming my voice

That softened when the room got louder

When the expectations of society, of marriage, of family

Made me feel small, unseen

I stand in my power now

Saying “no” to fear

For I did not inherit fear from my soul

But one of light and love 

And it is time to cultivate my garden

And when the sun peered through the clouds of my garden

I clearly saw the weeds of beliefs that were no longer serving me

And I pushed up my sleeves and began to work

Removing the weeds of depression, rejection, unworthiness, and insecurity

Allowing the flowers to take shape and grow through the speaking of my truth

By reclaiming my voice

I allowed my anger to fuel my courage to find my passion and freedom again

And I said goodbye to depression and hopelessness

On my way to living more authentically 

Beyond the weeds of conventional norms

That made me feel less than beautifully radiant

I know each small step to clear out my garden

Renews my soul

For the garden is a process of pruning and nurturing and watering

And my mind and voice have gained clarity now

My throat is clearing now, my voice louder

My strength renewed

And I speak love to the flowers and watch them bloom and take shape

And I sing with the birds and watch their wings flutter

And I rejoice in being seen and heard by myself 

Knowing my soul illuminates beyond the ego

And I am free, I am free, I am free to be me

Reclaiming my voice