A heart burning for change,
If not,a step higher on the chain,
The pile of blocks that made the stairs,
Grew weak,an unstability that brought despair.
Searches that hid the light,
Series of defeated fights,
Gave birth to a disheartened soul,
Clueless,lost grasp of the goal.
The dormancy that took her life,
Source of wasted tears and bitter strife.
The end of the slumber has come,
Awakened,she wouldn’t settle for some.
-Marylie C.
Hushed Noise 