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