Courage
When I look out the window of my mind.
I would see the same sights,
and the same frights.
But there was something
about this particular night.
I was thinking,
this might be my night.
Because on this night,
the stars were extra bright
underneath extreme moonlight,
with the slightest touch of fright,
I then got on stage to recite.
So I broke the ice
by telling a joke
to ease my stage right.
I then reminded my mind,
that God is the reason I write.
Its His eyes thats givin me sight
to write.
He is the one in control
and drives.
When fear is running down into my eyes.
I just need to breath,
and trust God
that my words will come out right.
So my words won't cause a senseless fight .
Yes tonight
I got some loud and silent boo's,
but thats quite alright.
I will always write
and recite.
So if they don't like what I write,
I don't care.
Because to me,their words
do not have any sound or sight .
Copyright © Mark Gravett | Year Posted 2014
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