Today, I read old letters I once wrote to past lovers…
It’s the words I wrote that truly spoke to me.
My love has always been silent but bold.
Silent Roar is what I call her.
I let my heart bleed on those pages in fear of my love being to large to digest.
I could never confront any lover without the fear of drowning them in my intensity.
I now see why my subconscious always drew me away from love.
She knew my love was daring, bold, submissive yet unapologetic.
I’ve always fallen too short of my own love.
It has taken me my whole life to grow into her Silent Roar.