swagger

I used to belong, id own these streets, i was a face people knew they would meet,

A swagger in my step, a a flow to my feet,

No worry or care, just me unafraid, 

yet unaware and unswayed.

After years of tears and fears, my step left me,

 i drained away, afraid to be seen, to claim my place,

my seat in this room, i hid at home, alone.

So many years have passed, its time to claim my swagger back,

 to grip my fears and throw them back, to let my feet guide,

 let my heart beat its rythme again, 

to set free my feet to dance in the cool night air, 

under the moonlit sky and soar high.

To be free. 

Thanks for reading.

Kyle