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Day 26 ~ Five Minute Friday ~ VOICE







Years ago, during the years of my rebellion, one of my favorite songs was "Silent All These Years" by Tori Amos. I wanted to be heard. Ironic that this was a time when I was most vocal. However at that time of my life I was better at making noise then sharing my inner voice. My deepest thoughts, dreams and desires. At that time of my life I was still searching for my voice. 








Often we feel silenced.

Interruptions come in forms of people thinking they can complete your sentences and when corrected they still don't hear that your thought, your voice, was not the same thought as their own. 

Silenced when one is more interested in their agenda then your thoughts.

Questions are asked but your answer is not heard.

Then there are the Half-listeners. Those who are obviously are listening in order to appear to be listening but all the while not really caring what you have to say.

Interruptions come in simple everyday demands. The children need more milk at dinner time. The baby needs her diaper changed. The bigger kids want to paint. or want to make brownies. or have boo boo's to kiss. 

Sometimes the daily demands don't give time for the searching and sharing of souls.

Yet, in the quiet, with fingers clicking on the keyboard, I sometimes find a glimmer of me. I hear my voice. 

"........cause sometimes, I said sometimes,
I hear my voice
I hear my voice
I hear my voice
And it's been here.......silent all these years
I've been here.........silent all these years."




Today I am sharing my voice with other fabulous writers as we take Lisa-Jo's challenge to write unedited, with out any over thinking for five minutes flat. I invite you to share you voice in the best blog party ever.
Click on the button below to read the voices of others or to share your own! 


Comments

  1. Sometimes I find a glimmer of me ...
    Ain't it the truth!
    So happy I landed next to you in the FMF Community.
    Thank goodness you're silent no longer.
    Blessings,
    Felecia

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  2. Thank you, Felecia! I am so glad that you dropped by. Have a fabulous FRIDAY!

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  3. I sometimes find a glimmer of me...

    Girl, you shine brilliantly. And this was a wonderful write!

    Happy weekend to you, friend!

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  4. You are too sweet, Nikki!

    May your weekend be filled with sweet blessings!

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