breathing lessons
testing one two three
she repeats sliding closer
to the microphone
fists slightly clenched & by her side
she’s been learning to breathe
while singing for some years now
self-taught she tells people
like a master artist without a mentor
or any formal training
there is no one around
which can only mean one thing
and so she resumes painting a brighter future
one in which the world knows her name
july two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
A very beautiful poem
Thank you, Wanda
You’re welcome