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A Wish to Myself
Quaking to the core,
as terrified as a rabbit under a tiger’s glare,
there I stood,
under the crushing presence of one thousand audience.
Shuddering with voice trembling,
just like an amateur singer making her debut,
there I spoke,
feeling as if my vocal cords have gone wild.
Peering into the concrete white world within me,
words concealed so well that the savage hunter will never find it,
there I searched,
frantically as I blabbered gibberish.
All at once, a luminous hand reached out,
tearing apart the white world as if it did not exist,
there I cried,
freed from the tormenting whiteness I so dreaded.
There it goes, the whiteness,
into the familiar abyss where it will be lost forever,
there I kindled,
ready to shine like a newborn star in the infinite galaxy.
Tumbling words signal the renaissance,
flowing eloquently through a torrent of emotions,
there I warbled,
singing the beautiful epic of my journey to confidence.
That was some time ago,
so long ago that the time is lost to me,
but here I stand,
holding a dream.
That dream is to speak like Oprah Winfrey,
soothing aching, wounded hearts with words like panacea,
now here I toil,
being confident to deliver passionate messages to those in need.
That ambition will be hard to achieve;
painful measures will have to be taken,
but here I wish,
that I will.
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