Late Bloomer

for all those days i spent in the classroom

Never first in line

my hand raised ever so slightly 

hovering

a feeling of nervousness

runs deep in my bones

never first in line

I hide behind the crowd

quietly

an innocent smile on my face

I try to find my place

in a world so big

for a person so small

to fit into the shoes of those before me

i will have to change

this feeling i have

deep in my bones

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I enjoyed reading your poem. It's not the size of the person it's the amount of love in the heart. That is where the strongest part of our humanity resides. Keep writing your wonderful messages and inspire those who think their voice is to small to shout their love loud.