Into the mold I was poured
the shell hardened and I roared
Locked within an ill-fitting shape
trapped, I fought for escape
Long years passed and I grew more solid
in equal measure, my heart more stolid
For I waxed forgotten upon a dusty old shelf
a mere possession without awareness of myself
Unnoticed and unadmired
withered and undesired
yearning for freedom and finding none
still yet praying for the solace of one
Then comes a night of great shaking
the shelf gave way and I fell, breaking
The mold lay in shattered bits
and my heart regained its wits
Warm and soft, the breeze on my skin
gasps and sighs, I breathe again
I stretched forth, this life to embrace
and found passion and love in an unlikely place
Lucid and fluid this love is born
and from me it shall not be easily torn
For I will fight till all strength is gone
to all who dare I say "bring it on".
