I didn’t know I knew it then,
unempowered and uninvited,
the teenager at the table,
full of an outrage ignited.

Then all the thinking came
to put an end to all my singing,
dousing the flames
of all the energy I was bringing.

But I looked out and saw the world
and knew what I’d always known;
Time had folded back around
to show me how I’d grown.

Yet another poem inspired by a post at Spinning Visions.