Never A Chance

“I think you could do well,
If they gave you a chance”
After a silence, she spoke to the page
Full of dreams and creative leaning
Pleased at the praise a childish squirm
Yet her meaning was missed by age
For they never gave that chance
Undrawn, unacted, unsung
Unheard words and dances undone.

I hear her today as her eyes met mine
Our fleeting glance affirmed through time
They got rid of her in only one term
Her insight and care had not complied
Terrified of loss in floods of rare tears
Begging to escape them and fear
But I will never forget how she saw me
On a page of illustrated poetry
What if they had listened to her
What if she had been the one
Who by seeing my soul set it free
Allowing creative truth to run
Chasing a chance under blazing suns.

 

© 2019 Debbie Freeman