CRAFTING A NEW LIFE

Plucked, an over-ripe apple from the tree
Fit only to sit quietly on the side-lines of life,
A spectator
Musing over past failings
It was a sad sight.

But not for long. A sign from heaven,
A thought from the past took root.
A voice
For one who loves to speak.
Life returned, I lifted my head.

Hard work followed, a new skill acquired.
Those who thought my speech too quiet,
A surprise
A soothing voice to reach the many.

I spread my wings, took flight,
A new course to follow.
A joy,
For those who had less light,
A 'Silver Lining' for tomorrow.