cocoon made of layers and layers of membrane a voice of the little i residing within your stomach maybe!

It seems i am inside a bubble with lots of membranes
and hardly believing my voice can reach out to a human being, to be heard, to be taken seriously and not to be dismissed

as the times i tried to talk about myself i would hear that my issue is not as important as hers
and each time she would respond to me like that, i would be covered in a new membrane wall
and now
layer after layer, just like an onion,
i carry myself around,
hidden underneath a heavy coat of layers, and my voice hardly ever reaches the surface
of having the right to talk
just simple as that

i read about peoples issues, and i cant believe, i could be heard and taken seriously like them would.
i cant believe that my needs are legitimate
not as hers or others she would often argue, they are more important that myself.

such bad is the conditioning

so
people, be aware of how you meet your children and your loved ones, especially those who are still developing, and
especially those who may seem old enough, but still carrying an undeveloped voice within.


with love and courage and integrity

mm 

18 2 2020