Beginner's Lament

Poem by Becky Launders.

Aiming high beyond

the drone of the crowd

Just a brief focus on a

a passing clowd.

Unable to bridle

this ripened fear

Grasping for breath; they

approach me; Too Near!

Gallantly masking

the struggle within

Laying up patterns;

turmoil clubs spin

Ever so slowly

the fear starts to ebb

Reality fades;

they're caught in my web

Spinning around them,

Enchantment moves on.

When the spell is broken,

I shall be gone.

Over and over,

I live it again

Revising my moves;

how it should have been.

Living a dream,

I still court a romance

Determined, yet anxious,

for my next chance.