Angelica Tao Poet Free verse

My Voice Through the Halls

Pens and pencils are a memory.

A vacation from paper, as well.

I am folding inside.

I am folding and ruminating and then blooming again.

Spontaneous! Fascinating!

I’m ready to be famous!

But for now, all I can focus on is another blanket, another blanket, another blanket.

Some better food.

And maybe going home someday.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers March 5, 2024 at 8:09 AM Dear Angelica, Your poem beautifully captures the journey of self-discovery amidst uncertainty and longing. Your words evoke a sense of resilience and hope, showing us that even in our darkest moments, there is potential for growth and transformation. Enjoyed your artistry. - Blessings, Daniel