Sing 'Til You Can’t Sing No More

Sing ‘Til You Can’t Sing No More To speak my true voice is Terrifying, exhilarating. To walk on my own legs, Sing my own song, the same. There’s no artistry in Living the song of one Not my creator, Nor the conductor of my music. I will live true to the wonder Of gifts given to me alone; Paint symphonies of color, Brilliant sonnets owning my place. It is fearsome at times, Learning there are land mines Planted in the sands of one’s life By caring others. They might have seen my life As not their own. This was not so. I tell them, I am not them. It was never meant that I would be you. No longer locked in the dance of Gravity’s pull into another’s dreams, Constantly capturing, escaping, Risking all for release. And you have your voice. Sing songs of who you are. If you dare, rejoice in your own being. And I will do this for me