Nicole Pritchard

Done bending

 

The past me bowed and walked away,

The one you see won’t bend or sway.

I know my soul, I set my pace,

I never begged to win your grace.

 

I gave to you, but not from need 

My choice, not yours, is what I heed.

It filled your cup, left mine bone-dry,

That trade is dead. I won’t comply.

 

No one bestowed this strength I wield,

I forged it where I learned to heal.

You missed the fire behind my eyes,

Too sure that I wore your disguise.

 

I’ve always held more than you guessed,

My power quiet, never less.

Now let me blaze, untamed, unplanned 

A brighter star than you can stand.