I am loud because I feel unheard.

[Ophi 258]

“I Am Loud Because I Feel Unheard”

 

I am loud because I feel unheard.

Not because my voice is thunder,

not because I crave the echo,

but because silence has swallowed me whole before.

 

I learned early

that quiet children become furniture.

We sit in corners,

polished by expectation,

useful and unmoving,

while the world rearranges itself around louder storms.

 

So I became one.

 

I sharpened my syllables into sirens.

I let my laughter crack like breaking glass.

I made my anger a cathedral bell,

impossible to ignore,

ringing, ringing, ringing

until someone looked up.

 

You say I am too much.

Too passionate.

Too intense.

Too dramatic.

 

But you do not know

what it is to whisper a wound

and watch it bleed unnoticed.

You do not know

how heavy a thought becomes

when it never finds a listener.

 

I am loud

because every time I tried to speak softly,

I was spoken over.

Because every trembling confession

was mistaken for exaggeration.

Because my quiet hurt

was treated like background noise.

 

So yes.

I raise my voice.

 

I let it tremble and shake the air.

I let it spill over tables and interrupt rooms.

I let it demand space

the way grief demands a body to hold.

 

I am loud

because I am afraid

that if I shrink again

I will disappear.

 

Because somewhere inside me

there is still a small child

cupping their hands around a fragile truth,

calling out gently,

“Can anyone hear me?”

 

And the world answered

with static.

 

So forgive the volume.

It is not arrogance.

It is not pride.

 

It is survival.

 

I am loud

because I have been invisible.

[KeiaTypeBeat 3277]

This resonates a lot with me, and I'm really blessed to feel so seen. I'm really thankful to have you around, champ

[Two2the 365]

The LOTC poetry sub forum is popping off these days & i am proud to be able to read them

Great post