Swelling heart, a look of pride,
I watch her glance from side to side.
She walks up to the mic, closing her eyes,
With a deep breath, she lets us all inside.
Her voice is low, I feel her fear,
I strain to let her know I’m near.
As if through fate, she looks my way,
I nod and smile, letting her know its ok.
Her voice returns, confident and true,
This is what she was meant to do.
To bare her soul, to hand out hope,
Teaching others how to cope.
I felt the tears slide silently from my eyes,
My love bursting from deep inside.
Quiet fell as she repeated her final verse,
Finally lifted from her curse.
Locking eyes we exchanged a glance,
I am so happy she had this chance.