hushed

When I was little I hardly spoke a word. I would've sold my voice for a dollar, or nothing at all because speaking frightened me. I didn't speak, I whispered. Trapped by timidity my only articulation was through pen and paper. There was another world I lived in...that I still live in. There were times when I wanted to speak, but could not. Silence made me involuntarily secretive, and alone, but not always lonely. I'm still a wanderer in shadows, less afraid, but just as quiet.