A humbling experience, as has been most of life so far…

I was going through an old journal that rekindled a humbling experience from high school, my senior year, of an audition I’d hoped to walk away from, a big gold medal winner… It didn’t happen as I’d hoped..

Second-place Mantra

I am the chosen one
I am the chosen one – not
the judges think otherwise
to my surprise my demise

only rated a two some-
times the world seems
oh so coo coo ca choo
sum-dung-dumb-fu

ruined my intensely
trained and fought-for
my hard-one self-image
my virtuoso visage

there’s always next year
start from scratch – no fear
I’ll get’em next season
it only stands to reason

lowly second-place mantra
or loser’s lament
metaphorical apraxia
emotions staggered and bent

–LE