She would lift her voice every chance she got,
In front of any audience she could find,
A wallflower who blossomed in the spotlight,
But one who should have applauded loudest
Became the harsh critic who silenced her,
Leaving her dreams muted and abandoned.
Eventually that critic exited her world,
But his words echoed for years,
A quiet refrain reminding her
That she “just wasn’t good enough,”
Her confidence transformed into acute fear.
The turning calendar pages hushed his criticisms
But not the dreams she sang in her silent soul,
Until one night in the smoky haze of karaoke night,
Someone pressed a microphone into her hand.
That night she found the courage to face her pain
And her song rang true once more.
~~~Note: Yes, the video is actually me singing karaoke at home, just in case you were wondering.
