My Story

 A SPOKEN WORD POEM~

In the beginning, there was no convict,
My life was as plain and pale as it could get,
Although I was determined to ensure that it changed,
It took awhile before I found what I might need,
It was but a rustle of stray leaves,
But it mattered the most,
For after it nothing was to stay the same.

I drifted with the breeze and ended up in this place,
But it wasn't a simple journey,
There was no tide to lead me on once I had begun,
I had no sidekicks- I wasn't one,
But somehow I managed to subsist till the end.

I can't count how many times I have thought I could die of embarrassment,
I don't remember how much my knees buckle on stage,
But what I can tell you is, it always seemed like a dream that would never end.

I get jealous when someone's better than me,
I instantly start planning murder,
I easily get angry when I receive criticism,
I simply turn pink at compliments,
But then I guess that's what makes me a mortal human.

With time I learnt how to not,
Always fade in with the rest,
I learnt my skills weren't always the best,
I learnt how to accept my error and to thank them,
I learnt that no, I wasn't the only one,
Who was afraid to be the next.

On and on, I tried to try,
I became perfect- or so I thought,
For I hadn't, I was still developing,
Still helpless and struggling,
I slowly understood how to bow and to admit when they're right,
And to realize when it's unnecessary fright.

And to end this I'll say,
The eerie rustle might suddenly stir the leaves,
The breeze might again blow me away,
The tide may still not occur,
But, at least, this time when it comes..
I'll know how to fight.