06/03/2026
I used to hush my voice, swallowing the meaning my heart tried to push through my flesh and onto my tongue.
I would cover my tracks, hide my truth, pretending my voice was different.
So I could be ‘normal’.
So I could be accepted, liked and not outcast.
I hid my voice so I could run with a pack that didn’t match my soul.
Who knows how many of that pack were also hiding their howl, their roar and their tender hearted whispers. Perhaps all of them.
But what I do know now, is I cannot hide my voice to please others.
To please the ones who are also hiding their heart, their feelings and their worth.
I cannot fit with a pack who want me to hide my voice so they don’t have to remember, that theirs is also hidden under a concrete stone inside their spine.
~Brigit Anna McNeill~
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