A little less than
half the spotlight
on the side of my face
as I stand in the limelight
next to you
And I know I should be smiling
as the crowd stands on its toes
to get a good look
at what might be
But I’m always
less than half
of the limelight
And if I steal
all the glory
then maybe you’ll see
And I can’t write this story
Without writing about you
And if you
Can’t understand me
well, that’s all right
Maybe I’ll
come back
to your light
But I know
I’ll always stay right
where I am
I look back
quickly,
silently
trying to keep the dust from settling
Because once the dust’s gone
there’s nothing to prove I exist
I step back
softly,
silently
because heaven knows
it’s never a perfect landing
And if I steal
all the glory
then maybe you’ll see
And I can’t write this story
Without writing about you
And if you
Can’t understand me
well, that’s all right
Maybe I’ll
come back
to your light
But I know
I’ll always stay right
where I am
And you’re still the one
who jumps first
You’re the one
who tumbles backwards
without flinching
You’re the one
who laughs
as the world stands at her feet
and it’s all because
I never jump first.
It's never a perfect landing! Because of the ways of life around you. Nice work.
There's actually a little bit of literality in that line... I'm a gymnast and have faced doubt because I'm considered too tall sometimes, especially for tumbling. It takes me longer to land new skills because of my height.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, True love sacrifices to win its love It has the attribute of sacrifice Loved reading and commenting