So we are pretty sure we’re like a poem or two behind this poetry month, but not to worry, tomorrow and Thursday will have at LEAST two poems a piece! That is definitely something to look forward to. Tonight’s piece is really just a reaction to some very good yet puzzling news, and for the better part of the day we have been processing it. Here is what’s been going on:
Staring into the huge room
with an untold number of faces,
it is too engaging trying to connect with an audience
that you have never before seen in your life.
Of course it is normal
to get startled, frightened, overcompensate and
tighten up in front of a crowd from time to time,
but one must ask themselves
they wish to continue to be in front of said stage,
The struggle up to this point has
made one familiar with the pain,
appreciative of the gains,
and understanding of being drained,
and that’s where I am right now.
I am drained,
exhausted from a gulag of a place
dictates, and emanates hopelessness all around it.
But with this,
this is a successful parole hearing,
this is a
shot of redemption in the form of a letter
with a phrase so many people in my age range
long to hear and
bustle and struggle to gain.
You are accepted.
It is not about someone else accepting you as a person, per say
but it is
an establishment deciding that
you have the talents to improve and better not only your life
but on the whole,
you are on the cusp of impacting and changing society as well.
These white obelisks in the sky are not what we aim for, rather
it is the changing of what encompasses the institution
that enthralls and engages our attention and focus,
it is the institution recognizing it is not all knowing and
that it truly needs our help to improve the landscape
beyond its tattered and sheltered walls.
This is not a struggle of deciding if one should gain more tools
to build better places for our communities, for those who
have either not chosen or have not been granted such an opportunity,
This is a struggle of determining if we are ready to invest in such a battle,
if one is focused, engaged, and committed enough to take such tools
being waved in front of our constantly working faces.
This is a struggle to get over the stage fright of failing,
every single soul who has sacrificed, aided, and abetted such a cause.
What will you do when the curtain rises?