Strength

Out there I see a world
full of hope,
people with options
to chose from,
who can be
what they want to be;
My street is of the gifted,
people with answers for
every “how” and “if”, but me.

I was terrible at volleyball
couldn’t even sing,
I tried to learn them all
yet failed at everything.

I put people first
and end up second,
not the best choice,
Lonely in the crowds,
hid in the corners
with my choking voice.

I do believe in that one voice
in my heart that, something mine is somewhere out there
waiting for me to find a way;
With every word leaving my fingers
I try to find my strength,
every passing day.