People who know me and have been around me, have called me belligerent. I take immense pride in that. I like speaking out about things that don't sit well with me. I find peace in knowing that I've done something about whatever issue is on my mind. However, sometimes this voice I rely so heavily on, decides to betray me.
The past week has not been nice to me, I found myself completely spent and exhausted every night when I went to bed. One of these days as I walked out of the grocery store, and into a crowded footpath with at least a dozen bags, desperately trying to spot my car, I suddenly felt a warm hand sliding its way down my lower back. This is the moment my voice decided to betray me once again, and I was left dumbfounded, with my hands blocked and no space to take a step in any direction.
This has happened before, and not just with me unfortunately. I hope my voice, some other day perhaps, decides to show me a little more loyalty.