Learning to Fly

I used to have a passive soul.

And I never would have thought that

I would crawl out of my shell

One day by accident

I discovered a burning passion 

It changed my life.

I have never looked back once.

Thank you, color guard, for teaching me to fly.

[try reading it backwards]

This poem is about: 
Me

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