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.
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