No more meekly saying 'yes'

When my heart is screaming 'no'

No more taming of my feelings

So my power won't show

No more hiding my exuberance

From disapproving eyes

No more watering down myself

So my spirit won't rise

No more 'smalling up' of me

Pretending I am not here

No more running from the music

And the spotlight's glare

No more living in this prison

Barricaded by my fears

No more turning and retreating

In the face of new frontiers

Even as I am speaking

I am taking shape and form

Harnessing my powers

Like a gathering storm

There's no obstacle so bold

As to dare stand in my way

I am taking back my life

And I am doing it today.

(Jean Wilson)