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Aug 2013
I felt so trapped
I am so young, yet I couldn't figure out what I had to give

One day I want to get out, I thought
But I couldn't find what I had to give

Walking around, I could see everyone beginning to spread their wings
Finding their power, their magic, their tricks
All their hands and eyes glowed
And then there was me, figuring out what I had to give

I felt like I had nothing
My drive was beginning to die away
Maybe I will be here forever, maybe my wings will never grow

But I thought about what I loved most in the world
So I opened my mouth and notes were beginning to fall out, and music was in the air
Suddenly words began to form and I wrote them down

I looked at my hands and I saw them start to glow
I could feel my eyes shimmering
And my tiny wings beginning to spread

It wasn't that I discovered something,
I unraveled something that was already there
A talent finally worth giving
And so I found out what I had to give
Gisselle Pena
Written by
Gisselle Pena  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Michelle Lynne
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