Decision

My decision to speak was a life changing one. After years of forced silence, pretending to have fun. It was at that time, the only way to survive. I had already seen death and I wanted to stay alive. My truth became volcanic, suddenly it was there. As you all joined together turning it into warfare. Attacking like an enemy, no longer family anymore. One calling me a martyr as I walked out the door. I wept what seemed blood filled tears in a field. You all stood stoic with your armor and shields. The irony is: I would have fought for you to death. Instead, you turned against me trying to steal my breath. But here I am still breathing, many years gone by. Yet when I think of you, I sometimes fall down and cry. Some wounds run deep as do oceans that rivers fill. The very oceans I choose to sail at my own free will. Heidi Sands 5/30/17