I'm a writer. I always have been. From the time I was able to write and could string words together to make coherent sentences, I have used the written word to process and to share. Words have been my vehicle, my weapon, my paint brush. I revel in their power, their beauty.
Years ago, my words were taken from me. That is my own fault. I allowed it. I stood by and watched it happen and didn't put up much of a fight. I did it in the name of love, but that is no excuse. Releasing my voice sucked the life out of me, dimmed my light. I found myself caught in the darkness, unable to find my way back. I stayed in that hole for a long time. Finally, I am making my way back. I am reclaiming that which I gave up.
I thank God for dance because when I had no words, it gave me voice. I will continue to dance my life for all those who care to watch. But now it's time to speak my life again, for all those who care to listen.
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