Happy Poetry Day
Favour Samuel@favoursamuel013556
6 hours ago
I did not find my voice
in a room full of people.
No.
I found it
in the quiet.
In the silence
that sits beside you
and refuses to leave.
The silence that asks questions
you cannot answer out loud.
So I wrote.
At first,
it was broken;
words stumbling over themselves,
sentences afraid to stand straight.
Ink shaking like it knew
I was not ready
to be heard.
But still…
I wrote.
Like a child
learning to speak.
Soft sounds first.
Unclear meaning.
Half-formed thoughts
reaching for something
they did not fully understand.
I wrote the things
my mouth could not carry.
The weight,
the questions,
the almost-tears that never fell.
I wrote until the page
started recognizing me.
Until my thoughts
stopped asking for permission.
Until my words
learned how to breathe
without fear.
And somewhere between
the lines I crossed out
and the ones I kept
I heard it.
My voice.
Not loud.
Not perfect.
But mine.
Like a child
finally forming a word
and realizing
“I can be heard.”
It did not come as a shout.
It came like a whisper
that refused to stay quiet.
It came as truth
that couldn't be hidden.
It came as a presence
that said,
“you are allowed to be heard
even if your voice trembles.”
So I kept writing.
And the more I wrote,
the more I existed.
The more I existed,
the less I disappeared
in rooms that never saw me.
Now,
my voice does not ask for space
it creates it.
Line by line.
Word by word.
Ink by ink.
So today,
I celebrate the journey of becoming.
I celebrate the moment
that forced a voice out of hiding.
Every page
that held me together
when I was falling apart.
Because every word I’ve written
has brought me closer
to the sound of my own voice.
Happy World Poetry Day.
I found myself here.
Favour Samuel
