Limbs At Play

Scared and silent, I was often unheard

Misjudged, overlooked, ignored 

 

For years I struggled on, 

burning with passion and expression, 

but too scared of rejection and oppression

 

Desperate to leave my mark, 

when I could barely leave a memory, 

 

When all hope seemed lost, 

the music ressurected me

 

Nervously I embraced the music, 

the wild beats, the spins, the steps, the people

 

That’s when the changed occurred 

Timid, silent, frightened, ignored 

What had once chained my limbs so tightly 

were now broken shackles never to be used again

 

Now my limbs matched the crazy latin beats

I was wild, untamed, unafraid, unchained

 

Passionate, loud, outspoken that was the new me

and what words could not do for me

my limbs spoke for me

 

Barely leave a mark?

How could that be?

For now I left craters in people’s memories

 

Now I was me

Now I was free

 

But I had not been free  

not until my limbs were allowed to play

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741