The song is only heard if it’s sung
the painting only seen if it’s hung
the ball only flies if its hit
the flame only burns if its lit
your magic tucked safely inside
under covers and in pages it hides
your gifts remain dormant with you
but, what if the world wants a part of them, too?
another day pushing off who you are
because tomorrow doesn’t really seem far
another day not signing your song
but lights can only stay dim for so long.