Fifteen’s Florescence
Published in
Jan 22, 2024
Growing, finding my voice, and learning to take up space
Her voice recoils
the misdeed of
being uncovered
catches in her throat
like a boulder resting
defiantly in a
mountain’s crevice
she trudges on
the promenade paved
with grit
freedom out of reach
her swollen
tongue settled.
Now it echoes
defiantly overflows
into the deafening
constricting silence
reminiscent
of floodlights on a
gloomy day
as the clouds hover
above life
on earth commanding
showers swell
with pride.
Girl, sing to the heavens
rising from the shadows
no growth ever
happens there
experience carves
her confinement
into a majestic sculpture
redolent
of liberation. Blossom unafraid
waves of her voice
ripple through galaxies’
revolving layers
you’ll always hear her roar.
