I have screamed so loud, so often, all that is left is a whisper. Still, I speak—I must. Silence too easily swallows me otherwise, turns my voice to memory; memory, which is all that I am. But even robbed, still, and breathless, even felled… I cannot keep from singing.

Natasha Mihell is a writer and artist-at-heart living on Canada’s West Coast. Her writing often explores the reclamation of self-love, hope, and power, amidst systems and circumstances that threaten hearts and minds. Connect with her at natashamihell.com or @natashamihell.