I walked in with bright, warm eyes, 
Full of dreams born from long, silent cries. 
I was a burning flame alive, alight, 
Carrying a fire that could rival a bird in flight.

Each morning, I rose in freshly pressed wear, 
Woke not just to work, but to dream and dare. 
Opened my cabin, saw flowers smile at me, 
Each day began with a soft, silent melody.

But slowly, slowly, my eyes lost their gleam, 
Even though my energy refused to scream. 
Dreams blurred, work became my only sun, 
My flame was washed out by the rain of “get it done.”

I accepted each task like a knight in disguise, 
But every reward was a new compromise. 
The flowers wilted mirroring my soul, 
Trying to pour into others from a broken bowl.

The welcome songs? Forgotten refrains. 
My name faded into ID tags and chains. 
The music of triumph, the thrill, the high
I can’t recall when I last said goodbye.

I worked and worked to please what wasn’t mine, 
Chased approval like a finish line. 
Until one day, I couldn’t rise I lay in bed, 
My body was numb, and my spirit overfed.

That day came cloaked like a holiday, 
But it whispered truths I’d locked away. 
I heard myself after years of silence
My voice cracked through corporate compliance.

My flame? Gone. My originality? Spent. 
I walked to a job that made me forget what dreams meant. 
But now it’s time to rise, not fold. 
Time to burn again, even in cold.

I still want to work, but not lose my name. 
I still want to rise, without shame. 
I want to build, but not with my soul as the fee
I want to dream, not just for them but for **me**.

I’ll break these glass walls, let my silence ring. 
Let freedom be my song, let imagination sing. 
To the world of free will, I return unchained
This time, I created for me
For me For me

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