
silence of escape
When they tell me to calm down I tend to become louder than I wish to be. Not by screaming or shouting, but by showing them my accomplishments to the world. To work and create more so they know I exist and they know what my mind is all about. They should never forget the spirit that I am. The voice I have to tell the stories of the world. I know that’s who I am. Then why is it so heartbreaking to tell a story of my own? To tell where I am from. The world I was living in. A world that vanished, little by little, until it was only me. I don’t want to form the words that explain the pieces that have gone missing so long ago. The pieces that broke me into the silence of escape that felt so peaceful until now.
~the power of Brigitte






