“You suck!”, the harpy screams
Words whirling round my dreams,
“Can’t stay the distance, you’re not enough,
No one wants you, so you’ll give up,
Can’t compete, just leave this game
To others much more ‘it’ than you
Avoid pure pain, rejection time and time again.
You know you should,
One step forward, ten steps back
It’s like I’ve said,
No talent, poise, skill, contacts,
Not good enough.
So face, admit”.
Thanks for that, own harsh critic.
Yet now I look, objective eyes
It’s funny, good, I’m so surprised,
Audience clapping, cheering, cries,
Of joy, of bliss, they’ve come alive.
Please, in your heart, believe in you,
Keep the faith, be staunch and true
Belief in your art will get you through.
Silence your voice, that voice of knives
Of sharpened tongue, glinting advice.
I’ve realised, and you now know,
There’s no steps backwards, onwards, solo.
Just like a tank, I move forward, slow.