whenever they make u forget.

 

it takes u a long time to find ur voice again, every single time u r made to forget. it is like stumbling thru the darkness, tryin to recall where u left the light switch, only to realize the entire room has been rearranged. the words dun come as easily as they once did. every pause feels heavy, like it is questioning ur ability to keep goin.

u r not sure if it is the forgetting itself dat hurts, or the struggle to rmbr. perhaps it is both. perhaps it’s the frustration of knwg u’ve said these thgs before, in a way dat felt right, only to hav em wiped away like they were never urs to begin wit.

learning to talk again is not jst about finding the words. it s about rebuilding the confidence, the rhythm, the trust in urself dat wat u hav to say matters. it is about pushing past the silence dat lingers too long and fightin the urge to let it win.

but u always do. u find ur way back, every time. it is messy, it is slow, and it is frustrating as hell, but u do it. becoz forgettin may set u back, but it doesnt take away wat is urs: the voice dat belongs to u, the one u’ll always reclaim.