For years she stayed under a quiet curse,
Thinking no one wanted to hear her song.
But as if her time ticked a quick reverse,
When the music played, she too sang along
To the tune of an upbeat melody,
With a rhythm her heartbeat recognised. The music reminded her she’s worthy
All her biggest flaws comprised.
So she sang again, like she did before,
“This is the golden age of something good And right, and real.” She was quiet no more;
She sang as loud as she possibly could.
These songs she performed for herself only,
She sang, she lived and she loved presently.
This poem is by Samantha