Remembering.... Becoming.... THE VOICE

My pen moves swiftly; poetry in motion. Capturing the essence of the soul of me, voiding the notion, that the artist in me has died. She is strong and revived. Remembering a dream. Remembering all that she knew and hoped for; all that she promised to obtain. She knows truth. She has overcome adversity and stepped out unscathed. She is.... she is becoming whom she is destined to be