A spark of thought ignites in me,
Will these steps finally set me free?
Will doubt still fog my restless mind,
Or clearer answers will I find?
I won’t be played, no game, no show,
Your storms no longer rule my flow.
I face the past, what led astray,
Then turn my steps toward brighter days.
No weight of judgment will I wear,
I’ve danced that song,enough, I swear.
I rise now where the ground is sound,
In newfound strength, my hope is found.
MARYANN BOSAH 