Untold
For the stories we carry, and the freedom waiting when we let them go.
Untold
To hold it in
is to live caged.
To let it out
is to trade agony for breath.
Speak the story.
Speak it loud.
Speak it now.
The story searches for paper,
your heart searches for relief.
Every word cracked open
is another rung on the ladder.
Every syllable spoken
is one bar bent wide.
Your voice is not a whisper—
it is the key.
When you speak,
you create sparks in the dark.
Your heart ablaze—
the key to your release.
Your story no longer untold,
but leaning closer to the light.
The light releases pain,
anguish unbound.
Freedom is near,
within your reach.
Tell the story.
Tell them all.
Nothing left to bear.




As someone who is a firm believer in the power of writing to help own your narrative, I could not love this more ❤️
Beautiful, Jenn ❤️