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I think I can sing.

For years, I’ve told myself,

“I don’t sing.”

“I can’t sing.”

“That’s just not something I’m good at.”

 

People who can

really

sing

have told me – – – –

well, they actually haven’t told me anything.

 

But if they didn’t tell me I could sing,
then I must not be able to,

right?

(Without them knowing,
today,
I secretly sang,
anyway.)

in my mind
and in my heart.

I secretly
made rich harmony
and deep chords
and low melody
and pulsing rhythm
like the push in my veins –
surge, surge, stop –
surge, surge, stop –

and heard the song that I made
somewhere
in silence,

and when it was over
I realized:

I think I can sing.

I think I can sing.

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