When you jump and fly,
And dance up in the air,
Breathe in the scent of success,
Act nonchalant whilst doing so,
Act casual at every compliment,
Brush off every praise,
Give the modest smile,
Self deprecating success,
Do you notice the people behind the praise?
They watch you with awe and try to imitate your every move,
They cherish every glowing footstep you leave,
They watch and hear your articulate speech,
They wait at the back of the line,
With their meagre savings of talent and self-esteem,
And they watch and hope that maybe,
They can make it past the average mark,
Somehow reach the same level as the majority,
Possibly even gain some respect.
They are at the back of the line.
YOU ARE READING
Carte Blanche
Poetry"Isn't it fascinating, how I can write down all my deepest emotions and thoughts with ease, but with speech, I stutter with shame?"
