Poetry by Ynab

Clear as Day (based on a true story)

Relief washes over her

like waves over a shore

she knows she wants this

She needs this, like her lungs need air.

flipping a coin to decide what to sing

shuts the door so her mum won't hear

taking deep sips of water to calm her down

waiting with bated breath before she turns the recorder on . . .

She has learnt alot without a vocal coach

she knows her mum hates it, but she lives for her moment with the recorder

for some reason, it feels like the stars align

she is insecure about her voice

But she finds comfort in playing back her best records.

She only feels alive when the words

leave her mouth as a melody

never felt good enough,

pretty enough

all she has left is the voice

all she has left is her voice

so don't take it from her

its the only good thing she has in her life

help her make it right

singing for her is the closest connection she has with her maker

she has come from far

she will go even farther

but so long as its her clarity

Well

no need to worry

To her, its

as

clear as day.