Our voices.
Words.
Sentences.
Melodies.
A scrawl of characters on a page.
Our voices.
They are a tool by which we can shape the world around us.
They give us power and meaning and the opportunity to share our stories.
They are the way by which we protest the greatest injustices, the way by which we form bonds with those around us.
Yet, no one voice is like another.
They are hand-crafted through experiences and perspective and knowledge.
A few words strung together can shape the minds and the thoughts of others. It can tell us to stand up, to be strong, to be brave. Or it can tear us down, batter us in the deepest hours of the night.
Words. They heal. They humble. They teach. They learn. They represent. But they can hurt. They can humiliate.
Words have power.
In each of our lives there will come a time where we may doubt the power in our own voices. They may require us to be vulnerable, to share the deep thoughts of midnight tales.
Yet, it is your voice. It is our voice.
And so I urge you, from my voice to yours.
Believe, that you too,
have a voice.
