Disgraceful

When someone passed the baton to me…

I realized that my struggles were a liability after all. 

My audience is captivated. 

Awaiting for my hidden talent to shine. 

It is my turn. 

To stutter.

I always worried about having to confess. 
 
But the truth is now clear to them. 

I cannot defend myself from their assumptions.

I cannot even speak. 

It’s a miracle that I made it this far.

It’s a disgrace that I made it this far.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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