The Siren's Reclamation

A poem for the voice I no longer hide - emerging wild and soft from the tides.

I am no longer the one who shrinks down low so everyone can shine.

I am no longer the one who can only find solace in performing on stage wearing a mask.

I am no longer the one who has to hide,

See me emerging - wild and soft.

Look at me straight in the eye

See me for who and what I am becoming

Not what I was when I let my own voice drown out

Like a tidal wave I am reborn

From the depths if the sea I rise

Fiery passion, no longer settling

This is my true voice ready to sing

To soar, to captivate, to resonate.

I know what I want, and that wanting is not a sin

I know what I need, and that needing is not a burden

I know I have only scraped the surface.

The moonlight shimmers off of the waters

Beckoning me into the fathomless depths

Will I drown or will I learn the flow of the currents?

How deep are you willing to go?

To hear your inner voices,

To touch the sanctity of your inner peace,

To truly see who you are -

Who you were born to be.