Say Something: Pt 3 The Worth of Voice—Suddenly, I turn, back to the door. I have never felt so alone and helpless or that the world is so large and scary. For the first time, I see this huge world beyond my family. It isn’t safe.
Say Something: Pt 2 The Worth of Me—Before I can turn to see it coming, he whipped that thing against my legs. I am ashamed of the tears streaming down my face, as I walk away, back straight, without sound, and they continue to marvel that the red stripes disappeared so quickly.
As with listening to music, physical and emotional pain both have the power to be so loud for so long they affect your hearing it anymore. Pain is powerful. Pain has volume.