Poetry Contest Contestant
I tell myself
You will not define me
By putting me at the bottom
Or in a slightly higher place
I see no honor in your mention
I am not a favorite child
Thankfully my words remain my own
Spilled from tipped glass
Soaking into white cloth
These stains have meanings
They exist outside of arbitrary rules
I cannot dance to a one person band
So I tell myself
It doesn't matter
Yet why
Why! does it make me sadder
Sometimes even madder and madder
I read through other's winning work
Is this some kind of joke?
I thought mine had substance
Perhaps it was nothing but smoke
Wait
I said you would not define me
Yet here I go again
Digging up the old bones that caused me pain
Forgetting the meaning of my own stain
Poured out
Yet no one will see
Why?
Why?
Is it not about me!
I want that elusive first place
To be the winner of the race
Able to be humble
Accept the praise with grace
Instead
I'm denied
I settle for a three
Not the way it was supposed to be
How come the Judge couldn't see?
It remains a mystery
But wait the next contest
I am number one
A metaphorical home run
Gleaming under the poetic sun
Finally
Thankfully
Defined
Until I read a lower number
Then I am left to wonder
Inside I feel their deeper hunger
Their glass spilt
Left a darker stain
Much more depth within their pain
So I start from the beginning again
You will not define me!
I will not Define Me
I will just be.
A lover of words
Formed into
Poetry
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014
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