Trail of Tongues

your words are bare and intimate
when they come through
do not clothe them..

Megan FebuaryApril 23, 2019poetry, voice, poet, words of womenComment

Senses

You will stand at attention and you will hear
With every decibel
A resonant echo
That casts out
Fear.

Megan FebuaryApril 23, 2019poetry, poem, sensesComment

Ballet Recitals

Every night I cry myself to sleep tears that no one sees
no one hears
always..

Megan FebuaryApril 23, 2019trauma, poem, poetry, sexual trauma, me too, sexual abuse, balletComment

I Matter

So, I battle the voice every hour on the hour on the hour and choose the truth where I matter because I matter.

Megan FebuaryApril 22, 2019poetry, poet, motherComment

Orgasm

You may have taken my voice for a while, but I have gotten my scream back.

Megan FebuaryApril 22, 2019poetry, sexuality, empowermentComment

My Voice is my Power

so once nourished and nurtured and loved,
i told my voice, it was safe
to come out.

Megan FebuaryApril 22, 2019voice, poetry, poet

The Blank Space

There are no words for the despair of the
V A C U U M
The empty girl opens her mouth
And there is nothing there.

Megan FebuaryApril 21, 2019poetry, trauma, storytellerComment

Keep Out

Why is there steel in your blood, brother? Who did this to you? Who taught you how to trespass? To turn my soft eyes hard.

Megan FebuaryApril 21, 2019poetry, brother, trauma, storytellerComment

Glue, Tape, and String

I am taped and glued and strung together
And pieces of me keep breaking off until
I don’t think I can fall apart much more

Megan FebuaryApril 21, 2019poetry, trauma, vulnerabilityComment

Deep Within There Lies a Truth

You must speak so that all those who are still held prisoner by their memories, their scars, and their mindset, will see that there is a different way to live life.

Megan FebuaryApril 21, 2019voice, poetry, poetComment

Rising Voiceless

I was raised to be still
to be silent
to play small
to be anything but what I am.
Until the day I began to raise myself.

Megan FebuaryApril 21, 2019poetry, poet, voiceComment

A Sore Throat

Some days are quieter than others and
my mother doesn’t know how quiet it gets after I scream.

Megan FebuaryApril 21, 2019poetry, poet, artist, jennifer caviola, nycComment

Healing From You

I’m fighting for all the pieces of myself they told me I should have hid.

Megan FebuaryApril 20, 2019