Erika Ott


I Am - Poem by Erika Ott

I was sitting in a small room
I was more nervous than I’ve ever been
I heard voices in the room
I heard them talking about me
I saw tears roll down my mom’s face
I saw my body turn white as a ghost
I saw myself shaking
I learned that I shouldn’t be worried
I learned that it would all be over soon
I lost myself in my own thoughts
I lost the courage I once had
I’ve driven myself to where I’ve never gone before
I’ve driven myself to a speck of hope
I once or twice asked a question
I once or twice shed a tear
I’m still waiting to go under
I’m still waiting for it to be over
I have a spurt of confidence
I have to be brave
I want to be strong
I long for the pain to go away
I long for it to only be a dream

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2011


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