Finding Your Voice

Words stumble first, like children learning steps, Then dance across the page in a wild display. These metaphors, once locked in thought's deep depths, Now break their chains and find the light of day. And there it is: your voice, both bold and bright, A constellation formed of borrowed stars, Until you realize the burning light Was yours alone, was yours from near and far. Through poetry, you finally understand: The power to speak was always in your hand.