She was only five when the teacher said,
“Write your name, it’s time to learn.”
But what she felt was something else—
Like fire blooming with each word.
The pencil danced across the page,
Her tiny hands began to glow.
While others traced a simple name,
She wrote a world no one would know.
She fell in love with lines and rhymes,
With paper dreams and silent times.
Her heart spoke louder through the ink,
Each verse a breath she’d learn to think.
Down the starlight path she ran,
With notebooks clutched inside her hand.
The world was big, but she believed,
Those words could build the life she dreamed.
She wrote through storms, she wrote through pain,
In every loss, she found a gain.
Now the stars are singing back—
She’s the girl who walked the starlight path.
She sat between her sisters four,
The backseat like a traveling world.
With every mile, the silence spoke,
So she wrote the words she never told.
Outside, the trees were flying fast,
Inside, her thoughts were built to last.
While laughter danced and voices roared,
She let her pencil paint her soul.
She pressed her notebook to her knees,
And captured feelings in the breeze.
The car became her sacred space—
A moving world, a writer’s place.
At fourteen, she held a trembling pen,
But every word was truth back then.
She wrote of fear, she wrote of flight,
Of lonely thoughts on moving nights.
Then came the day—her name was called,
She’d won it all, against the odds.
The poems born from backseat roads,
Now echoed loud in quiet halls.
Regional crown, department-wide,
Tears in her mama’s softened eyes.
But no one saw the countless pages,
The silent work, the secret stages.
She smiled shy, they clapped and cheered,
But deep inside, she held back tears.
Not 'cause she doubted what she'd earned,
But for the fire that still burned.
At fifteen, no guitar in hand,
But in her mind, a dream so grand.
Her words became a melody,
Without a note, but still so free.
She hummed her poems, softly loud,
Her head filled with a growing sound.
No piano keys, no strings to play,
But in her heart, she found a way.
She'd sing them quietly in her room,
Imagining each note would bloom.
Her words were music, pure and true,
A melody only she could view.
Her sisters shrugged, her parents sighed,
“Why can’t you let the silence slide?”
But her little sister, with eyes so wide,
Said, “Keep singing, sis, don’t run and hide.”
Through every rhyme, she found her voice,
In every line, she made her choice.
The starlight path, it called her name,
She walked it through the joy and pain.
No map to guide, just heart and mind,
Her dreams were stars she’d never find.
But still she reached, beyond the night,
For every word, a step to light.
