Dear words,
Thank you for giving me a voice when the world tried to take it away.
When the weight of injustice and fear became unbearable, and the
noise of silence threatened to drown me,
I found solace in you—my refuge in the storm of headlines.
When truth was questioned, and voices were punished for speaking, I
could paint my anger, my hope, my grief in vivid colors. My thoughts
and fingers creating a symphony that refused to be silenced.
Words, you have granted me freedom.
You have transformed my very soul.
Thank you for being what so many institutions could not:
a sanctuary where I can simply exist.
Without censorship,
without hesitation,
without compromise.
Imperfectly,
But boldly
just Valcyera.
You set my soul on fire, in all the ways they cannot extinguish.
