Rising

by Alisa Blanchard

My voice cannot be held silent

When it flows through my heart

Arriving at the ready

Claiming, naming
For too many years held back,
For too many years shamed
For too many years believing blame
Clear and ready
Slicing through the chains
Of a thousand generations
I meet its destination
Truth is told in my grounded fierceness.


Journal, Volume 1 Issue 2