My complete and utter failure
as a dancer, singer, actress
has not taken away my desire to perform.
Never the top dog or celebrity,
I have no history of gutter scraping
debauchery either. I’m firmly rooted
in the middle of the pack,
dying of obscurity and boredom.
I am not beautiful
but every now and then
I step out in my pearls and lace
and show off my plain face
Learning to walk, or ride a bike
comes with boo-boos and bruises.
Prayer or wealth cannot save you
from stubbed toes and runny noses.
As we grow so do the blows
from failures, broken hearts, and funerals.
Embrace the pain like a caterpillar
that must dissolve into goo
before it gets wings.
To reach the other side
is to receive Grace.
My scars are old friends.
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