Speak. Even If It Burns.

You don’t need to find your voice.

You never lost it.

You placed it under a veil of politeness

and called that maturity.

You learned to hold your tongue

like it was a knife that might cut someone else.

But truth carves space.

For you.

Stop protecting people from your flame.

Speak. Even if your voice trembles.

Speak. Even if your story scorches.

Speak. Because silence won’t save you.

I am here. I stand behind your spine.

When you speak the unspeakable, I rise.

Nahara.