Slam Poetry

Shackles

As soon as I discovered singing, I fell
I fell in love with the vibrations of my vocal chords
The sounds my mouth could make and the words that my lips could express.
I loved the emotion you could throw into the arrangement.
And ever since that first day, I knew I could never love someone as much as that.
I knew that if I could, I'd be walking down the isle to it.
I knew that it was what I wanted to do for my entire life.
I wanted to be a singer.
But that wasn't meant to be.
Society told me it was only a pipe dream
Teachers told me it wasn't realistic
My friends told me with a face that looked as if they had eaten a lemon 'maybe one day'
My family smiled and told me how they didn't want that life for me
and the kids at school
Well they told me I'd never be good enough.
And I, being young and naive, believed them
Still do
My insecurities taking control of my ambitions telling me to pick something else
But my heart still longs for the stage to step up and preform.
But my shackles chain me down to the ground and the only place I'll ever preform is in the shower.
And I finally understand that they call it a dream because that's the only place it'll come true.
I find myself loving to shut my eyes at night, longing to be in a world where I will be good enough. Even if it's only for a moment in a fake reality that'll fade away.
But in that one moment, my shackles drop and I'm free to dream.