Her Voice Returns
The group leader asked, “What do you want to reclaim?”
Mara didn’t hesitate. “My voice.”
For so long, silence had been her safety. Her weapon. Her prison.
Now, she was ready to speak.
Not in declarations. In devotion.
To truth. To self. To what was possible beyond survival.
She read a journal entry aloud that day.
Her voice shook.
But it didn’t break.
And that made all the difference.
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