Watch Me
When one ponders on the word,
“Inspiration”,
Images of
Sparks, fireworks,
Laughter, cheer,
And gleaming bright lights
Come to mind.
Oddly enough
I sometimes see
Lights that blind me,
And hear
Jeering and guffawing
At my mistakes
As I am put into the spotlight,
Center stage,
In a play where I know no lines.
The Play of Life.
Everyone is watching
But I am learning.
Many people like to believe
That this play we all act in
Is perfect all the time;
A place where
Challenges are unheard of.
But the reality is
That the audience may have
Contrasting opinions and harsh criticism
To a play they don’t know the ending to.
I get inspired to learn from failure
To better myself each day.
“She’ll never become anything!” some say.
Oh yeah?
Watch me.
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