Waiting for me to fail
Miss a beat
Drop a chord
The spotlight can burn holes in the heart sometimes
Yet I’m addicted to the sounds
Driven by passion
Even when I don’t necessarily believe in myself
Driven by the applause
Even when I don’t understand why they like me
Do they really like me?
Or am I a trend?
One thing’s for certain though
It’s the people standing with me at the end that matter
At the end when the music fades
© Elizabeth Daniel
Excerpt from the book Depths of The Soul
About the Author
From a very young age, Elizabeth knew she was meant to be a writer. Around 8 or so, she started with little poems inside birthday cards. As years went by, poetry became her safe haven in a world full of chaos and beauty. Through written words, she found her voice. A voice according to doctors, she was never supposed to have. Today at 34, she still re- reads those poems from the early days. Now housed on her bookshelf in old binders.
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