“I am not my voice”

The sound of my voice is deep and when I feel passionate about something, my inflection is intense. I realize it’s easier to not speak up and to let others talk when it is comfortable to name the truth. I’ve grown accustomed to that role…some say it is a “truth teller”… and truth be told, having a voice and speaking to what others may choose to ignore can be isolating and lonely.

So in the quest to be true to myself and what I believe is right, I use my voice…deep, intense, passionate. But I am not my voice always and there are some things I cannot share. How much is too much? And do others really want to hear? When my words climb back into the inside of my throat, I know that although I am willing to speak, I am not the woman with the booming voice.