The beams of light filtering from the trees
And illuminating the papers strewn
All over the grassy clearing
Felt like the sign from heaven that she needed
To start her poetic journey.
She had secretly scribbled for years
On beautiful cloth bound journals,
Loose sheets of yellow and blue craft paper
And soft brown paper napkins from her favorite café
On the other side of her small hill town.
Finally, she felt ready to share
Parts of herself portrayed on paper in words
With the community on whose fringes
She had lingered for years,
Not daring to step inside for she was scared.
But it was a new summer, a new season,
A new beginning, a new opportunity,
To be brave and unafraid and do something new.
It was the summer of stepping out of her comfort shoes.
-Armaan