I am very good at disappearing into thin air. I learned to be as silent as a feather, like the owl flying soundless into the dark night. How happy I am now to sing loud and scream, to find myself making noise without feeling embarrassed, to hear my voice asking, to hear my body moove, to swet, to stamp my feet, to hold someone else close, to touch, to feel my strenght. I was always good at disappearing into thin air, no I am not there. But now I am there, and I won’t let you run over me anymore, no one ever anymore.
Do I hear an angry voice somewhere, taking back what belongs to you?