The “punishment“ became the gift by Fiona Goodwin

I was born bewildered.
At best, not ready for this earthly climb.
I must’ve made some brave requests.
Before entering this plane.
I lived sequestered quite a time.
Traded love for stealing crumbs
And then one day
I was shown another way
The so-called punishment became the gift,
I found my writers pen,
The stage, a healing space
A Very British Lesbian was born.