Come back to me, O voice once mine,
Lost in the hush of fear’s design.
You flickered low when silence grew—
But now I rise and summon you.
No longer caged in others’ need,
No longer taught my truth’s a seed
Too wild, too loud, too much to show—
I plant it now. I let it grow.
Where once I bit my words in shame,
I now speak fire, I now name
The dreams I buried, sharp and clear—
I call you back. I draw you near.
Return, my voice—no longer dim,
No longer drowned by every whim
Of those who’d shape me to their mold.
Come fierce, come flawed, come brave, come bold.
Let thunder crack in what I say,
Let silence learn to move away.
I am not shadow, not a trace—
I am the sound that carves its place.
Thank-you for reading.
Much love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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