I fear quiet. I fear that to quiet my voice is to admit insignificance. My voice was never meant for silence. Was it? I never wanted to be a loud emphatic voice. I’ve never longed to be heard by the thousands. But I have never wanted quiet either. I wasn’t meant for quiet. Was I?
I was meant to speak up, to stand out. I was meant to fight injustice. I was meant to use my words to speak of truth and life. I can’t do that with quiet. Can I?
Sometimes, I long for quiet. Quiet in my brain, my fingers, my heart, and my words. And yet, I fear what the quiet might reveal. About me and to me. Can I allow the quiet?
Today I'm joining up for Five Minute Friday over at Gypsy Mama for the word prompt: Quiet