The Power I Thought I Didn’t Have

I revised this poem, 4-5 times... I submitted it for my Lit14 project. And I wrote this while listening to School of Rock OST.

The Power I Thought I Didn’t Have

Touched by heaven, they say I was

Skilled and talented in a lot of arts

But struck by one misfortune, I was

That I feel I lack some parts.

Oh what fun it would be

To be able to sing so delightfully

To hear every animal and tree cry out with me

As we play music and dance joyfully.

And sit by the roots of old man willow

Who tells the story of a singing prince.

Who delivered a princess from her sorrow,

And an ogre he killed without a wince.

Or sit by Lady River’s bank

And hear her tell of an old man

Who’s song this land in tree and life he sank

And by the same song, made the rivers ran.

All the while I was blissful in my room alone,

Listening to songs, oh how happy it makes me,

Pretending to be in another place far from home,

Excellently singing joy to others and to me.

Thus, snapped back to reality I was

I realized how loudly I was singing

For my sister went in, and in pajamas she was

“I didn’t know you were good at singing.”