They're Ready

I think they are ready.
I think I am ready.
Could I actually feel so set to share my thoughts with them?
Yes. I am ready.
I am ready to make a difference, it may be small but it's still going to be a change.
For them and for me.
Share, share, share with them what is inside of this shy girl.
This shy girl who you see in front of you is ready.
Ready to be free.
Ready to experience the world and live, as she never has done before.
With thoughts in her mind and words in her mouth.
There is no drought.
There is an ocean full of life, ready to be shared with the world.
It might not make sense now, but just wait.
Wait, how long have I waited?
Too long, too long have I waited to have this much courage to tell you,
I am free.
These tears that run down my face are of joy.
Joy to tell you that I have freed myself from me.
From the girl who would hit the wall, when anger would blind her sight.
From the girl who believed that peace would only come after death.
I no longer desire to hid my heart inside a box,
I want everyone to see me for who I am.
I am free and I fly on the skies of life, knowing that there is more past the horizon.
I have freed myself and I am glowing with joy,
Not waiting for what others will do for me but for what I can do for myself.
I have freed myself and I think they are ready...