Marvelously mediocre
Always there
Never in the photo
Olive green peddle pusher trousers
(from C&A probably)
Wobbling on too high court shoes
Borrowed from my mum
New Romantic pirate chic
The show I wanted to tell
But I couldn’t do it well
Not then
So my breath froze on the window pane
As I watched
And waited
For the time when I’d be noticed
By the cool kids
Cinderella’s
Sticky floor
Went Once
Never More
I was
Marvelously mediocre
Working hard to stay afloat
The plodder
The doer
The hard tryer
I wasn’t lost
I just hadn’t found the way
So I followed the expected path
Deferred to others
Made the sensible choices
Quelled the voices
Believed the stories
Others told me
Don’t think I’m complaining
It was all good training
All the mis-stepping
I’m not regretting
It brought me to where I am now
The me you see
Is built on the rubble of
The mes who went before
The mes who were not sure
The mes who hit the floor
But who kept plodding on
Convinced her day would come
When she would know
Where I should go
To find the community
Who would embrace the me you see
Today
So here I stand
Book in hand
To say
Keep going
You’re there
Somewhere
It just might take you a while
To find yourself