Center Stage

Center Stage

The road that I traveled was troubled and long
Each turn that I took could have been terribly wrong
But somehow I managed
To not get too damaged
And I found my way the end of that song.

Now the sun’s shining down as I stand under my bonnet
It’s greening the grass as I look upon it
My heart all a flutter
My voice in a stutter
Reciting my journey; words captured in sonnet.

I’m telling my story for the whole world to hear
I’m facing the crowd despite of my fear
As I finish the rhyme
I’m suspended in time
My soul lifted high by the sound of their cheer.

About Shyla Ann

Analytical Virgo from Iowa | Mom | Editor | Travel Enthusiast. I take a lot of pictures of flowers, sunsets, and my cats. Sometimes I write but, truly, I’m just trying to make the most out of each and every day.
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