Engaged with the thoughts, I carry inside.
Enslaved by the chains, that force me to hide.

I revere the sound
assigned to my soul.
Fueled with a craving
for breaking the mold.

Enraged with the strength, to go with the flow.
Encaged now set free, go where the wind blows.

Rejoice in the sound
assigned to my soul.
Unlocking all barriers
while letting things go.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy