A Poem on Being Bold

~ by Elizabeth Kipp ~

I used to whisper my truths, barely letting them scrape the air,

thinking safety lived in silence,

in shrinking,

in the soft camouflage of compliance.

But the heart,

oh, the heart has other plans.

It thunders,

it rattles the bones,

it insists on being heard.

Boldness isn’t noise,

it’s frequency.

It’s the resonance of truth humming through our marrow,

calling the soul back into alignment.

It’s standing barefoot in the field of your own becoming,

feeling the pulse of the earth

match your own rhythm,

and realizing that’s safety.

Speaking up is an act of devotion.

Speaking authentically is how love gets born again,

through you,

through me,

through every trembling word that refuses to die in the throat.

We find grounding not by gripping,

but by rooting.

By letting our words take hold in the soil of our own truth

and rise toward light.

The more we speak,

the more we remember:

our voices are not intrusions,

they are invitations

to come home,

to evolve,

to love ourselves all the way down to the molten core

where truth and tenderness

kiss.