success story ( spoken word poem) the worst part is not knowing.... i look around and i see that look of uncertainty... They aren’t sure.....what to think...of me. She’s unusual ...they whisper .....a bit odd.. but shes got a big heart......and she sure does like to talk alot.... they know im a free spirit...who can’t sit still. for real.....but do you guys wanna know the deal... im just a a songbird who sings... late at night... who doesn’t mind wearing her feelings out loudly on her sleeve in broad daylight... they don’t know how to take -someone like me- whos not afraid... i can show them whats on the inside...of my heart and theirs..... and i can do it right in front of their face.... to a room filled w/ an attentive audience and a spotlight ...right there on that giant stage..... and i don’t have to care WHAT they think or what they have to say.... but sometimes when i leave , i dread the lonely and the soon to be empty bed ahead of me.... so i sit on the end of it instead of sleep.... and il slowly pick my guitar strings...... left w/ no energy bc i’ve checked off the list of my to-do’s ...that they gave....me..... i find myself in this quiet - somewhat scary hotel room.... and i turn on the 1970’s style tv and crank the volume really loud to drown out all the old memories... i wonder why no one is here with me and i get it... then my face fills with that look of uncertainty too..... and im not sure what to think about what i do- as i see the reflection in the dusty mirror staring back at the eyes i dont want to see..... i know that the truth is... i may never be - what i could be....or should be... ....or the success story that they dream up for me..... and im not sure what that even is..... all i know..... is on the inside it feels like i’ve already given them all that was left of me - to give. written by:hope cassity
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 03:41:36 +0000
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