The Promise

A vow to the silenced, the sacred, and the awakening.

🖤 This Is My Promise
by Morrigan Eidnes

I am not here to soothe you.
I am not here to stay quiet so the world remains comfortable.

I am here to protect what should never have needed protection—
truth. voice. body. grief. pleasure.
I am here to name what we were taught to hide,
and drag it back into the light where it belongs.

I speak for those silenced before they ever spoke.
Who learned to survive by shrinking.
Who were punished for being too alive, too loud, too soft, too strange.

I do not flinch.
Not at death.
Not at sex.
Not at power.
Not at the trembling beauty that lives in the in-between.

I am white. Middle-aged. Educated.
This is armor many never had. I will not waste it.

And I am a woman.
Not a metaphor. Not a theory. Not a vessel for your discomfort.
A woman with her own mind,
taught to read the room,
to spot the danger hidden behind charm and tradition.
I do not look away.
I will not stand down.
I will not let another soul be erased for daring to exist.

This is my promise:

I will stand between the vulnerable and the violence of erasure.
I will not let silence masquerade as safety.
I will not let fear disguise itself as protection.
I will not hand over another body, another truth, another whisper of self
just because someone, somewhere, decided it was too much.

I do not wish to wound—
but if you come for what I swore to protect,
I will bare teeth.
I will bite back.

Because truth is sacred.
Because love without voice is just a leash.
Because no one should have to bleed alone.

This is the promise I make—with every breath I have left:
I will not be silenced.
And I will not let you silence them either.

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