Stepping Out of Shadow

I tried not to write poetry to please you
I tried not to take what you’d say
Too much to heart

To know I could believe in my own vision
without catering to your gaze.
Do I even want what you want?
No less what you want for me?

Do I find beautiful what you find beautiful?
Why let you decide for me.

I write to free my voice,
Not to be someone you know.
Listen or don’t your decision.

My voice has its own timbre
My voice has its own tempo
Though it changes frequently
And never seems to settle.

It is mine.