It's been so long since I've sat down and collected my thoughts, to be responsible to them and really allow them to be heard.

Wait. Has it really been so long? I know I sound redundant, but when I think how long it's been that I've picked up the mirror to look at myself, I realise that I've held back for too long.

It's time...to pick up the pen again.

To write how I feel, to acknowledge them, to more than God and a few chosen few, but to unknown faces.

How do I begin?

Do I start from where I left off?

Wherever I start, I know one thing is true. Even if I am little, my voice will not be.

My voice will be heard.