Power In Me

Short poem about the underlined abilities in us.

The stage shines bright, but speaks to a dim tone

and despite a full crowd, my mind is alone

I feel a flutter, a whoosh! Could it be?

Flying away are the papers I need!

no problem, no worry, I say to my hands

until half of the crowd erupts into bands

The pressure surrounds me, increasing to the minute

The brain alarms buzz off:"I say we just wing it!"

So I think, and I pace, and remember a line

And another, and another, until it becomes nine!

The crowd is so stunned, a frenzy no more

If my words were in order, well I couldn't be sure!

Yet as I finish I realize just how

and it's not the words scribbled or even the crowd

it's something so subtle, yet something that's key

It's simply the power that's vested in me!

Reviews

[Rabi]

GOOD work! Pretty interesting.