i was never given a chance,
constantly thrown around and about,
never even given the chance to speak.
my potential was burnt out,
and so was my spirit,
just a droning being:
floating from class to class,
to practice and back home.
but then i met a lovely being,
who blew life into my every movement,
who gave me a chance,
to be wholly and fully me,
she created a spark,
that I believe to be drowned out.
but she fed it kindling and flame,
and now,
i get a new sort of redemption,
one that feels loving
and free.
YOU ARE READING
the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.
