Sunday, June 5, 2011
Mediocre -- Poetry 2011
She feared being mediocre
more than making eye contact.
Normal was also a swear word
but shyness did her in…
the biggest “S” word in her life.
How to be un-mediocre?
How to be un-normal?
How to be non-shy?
Sighing, she studied her features;
nothing remarkable but fair…
what was the issue holding her back?
Too many years shifting in sibling
glorious achievement shadows…
comparisons to these over-achievers
made her shudder internally, her palms
itched, and the right eye twitched erratically.
Watching her sister slip into her wedding
gown amongst her bevy of bridesmaids
finished her model family experience.
Slipping her favorite belongs into her car,
she eyed her room one last time…
nothing she couldn’t live without.