Rehearsal Notes

05.04.23

Dont describe me as not enough

Then not prescribe me what I should be

I assure you, my deficiencies are not a lack

But a reminder I can be more

For too long my vision has been clouded 

By hard to swallow truths 

I swallowed them

And they scratched my throat on the way down and shut me up

I needed that

Time to heal my voice 

And find my own words

Those hard to swallow criticisms didn’t open my eyes

Didn’t un-cloud what was there

Just made me shut them even tighter

Only until I was broken could I piece myself back together

I still break sometimes

The glue that binds me is weak

And so I’m constantly rebuilding

Finding the pieces that fit

And with every rain fall it washes away what was 

But I know what I will be.