PSA for Child Prodigies
PSA for Child Prodigies
You were born into formalities
You were raised under the spotlight
Under your parent's pretense of a child prodigy
Cast under a spell of artistic and academic extremity
All you ever seem to be is under
You perform the piano with unprecedented passion, they tell
Finger strokes of something greater
Melodies are what make you
As if your life was a symphony
During the day you have to play the high notes with pride,
why hide the niceties?
But at night, you strung the somber sounds of the low tide
Tuck away the thoughts of anything less than perfect
You try to hide the hopelessness with your blanket
Because beneath the Cordillera of sheets you can be you
Under the mountain of this night, you are allowed to break
But when it’s time to rise
You have to fight the snow that's holding you back
Only, this mountain is just the beginning
You try to reach for the sky but the snow is suffocating
The things deemed of little talent are what keep you breathing
Your art is your air
friends are lungs
There's so much that drives you
But your parents
They are the cigarette that they tell you not to smoke as they blow out their car window
Your parents cause that cough of lacking confidence
Because if you can’t be yourself how can you believe in your abilities?
There are so many kids growing up this way
With their parents pressuring them
As if potential prioritizes over person
I promise it doesn’t
Your dreams and purposes are all valid
Yes, you have faults but who doesn’t?
You don't have to be perfect
You don't have to be a prodigy
You can take that mountain on one step at a time
Your so feared failures are a part of the process to success
And yes,
the snow is suffocating, I know
But your passions will supply you air
Your friends will help keep you breathing
It’s so easy to succumb to the tides,
To let the snow block you in
You can sink yourself down in the melodies of sorrow
Or, you can fight it
Your future doesn’t have to be fantasy
You can fight the tide with your friends at your side until you make it back to land
You can stand up to the tides and force away the snow
One step after another
You can climb that mountain
And yes,
It’s going to be hard
But you can do it
because you are a prodigy of your own league
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