The Spoken Poetry

The Right Time

I met you in your darkest days

You were there, sitting in your despairs

I see in your eyes, I see the pain

It doesn't suits you, it's reptilian

The joyful in yours are dead and buried

As much as your liveliness are drained

My love, why are you feeling that way

You may feeling despair and drained must seen the jolly

My love, no matter how dense the life is

Must be auspicious

All your life, you’ve been in this shell

your chrysalis

Created not to hinder, but to grow.

So why

Does it hold?

It’s been too long my dear

Now is your time to break forth.

Don’t be afraid of your wings,

They’re given to you to fly.

Don’t be afraid of your scales,

They’re yours to stand out.