Changing the Lightbulb

This rose-colored light was not installed by my hand

yet I followed it because it was the only light

Till I decided I wanted my own bulb

Dim at first it grew brighter with each day

Fear held my hands in chains

Did I dare to change the light bulb to my own?

With my courage boiling

I broke the chains

Finally the bulb shone on my face

The corners of my mouth lifted not just for show

This poem is about: 
Me

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