FINALLY

Years, endless years
Of whispering to myself,
Curled into a ball,
Laying in the dark,
Gently, softly cupping
The left side of my face with my right hand,
Tracing my thumb over my cheekbone,
You can do it, Lida,
Deep breaths.

Years of looking around, frustrated,
Stomping my feet, thinking,
Why doesn’t anyone know I have something to say?!
Then grimacing, and replying,
Maybe ‘cause you haven’t said anything, you donkey.

I’m saying things, or
I have a place to say things
(I’ve been saying them for a while, now,
Mostly because of that voice who called me a donkey).

I just
Feel
So
Big.

I don’t care if it’s, what, six people?
It’s more than me,
Finally!
It’s more than just me.

Thank you.