Last Laugh Poem by Brianna Stuckey

Twirl, twirl, twirl.
I feel the breeze catch me in the air,
my bun coming undone,
leaving bronze strings of my hair.

Whipping, whipping, whipping.
I see the crowd,
only they don't know,
they applaud,
ringing my ears as their cheers are loud.

Slipping, slipping, slipping.
I hear the gasps, mumbles and cries.
What?
They say its over,
their words, my denies.
I form no words.
They say its over
What do I need?
Luck?
A four leaf clover?

Remembering, remembering, remembering.
The stage slips into my mind.
I can't say this is the first time.
I wished and wished and I forget to still wish.
My career, my life, yes, I miss.
I walk from the fans, blowing one last kiss.

No longer can I sit,
and watch.
My life, I replay,
A daze.
My eyes, catching nothing,
in a haze.

I don't want to replay, and repeat,
This hard time, I have no tries to beat.
I keep it together,
through the pained questions,
their sympathetic gazes i won't meet,
I sit straight, chin high,
showing them my mind is clouded,
but my thoughts are unique.

This is not over,
No its has just began,
right as I lost my clover.
I lost my control,
Now I walk, walk, walk,
In the cold.
I am not a fool.
I may look like one, but I am not.
I can show you,
but my story will be crazed,
hats off to my daze,
its not in a knot.

Twisting, twisting, twisting.
Wringing my thoughts,
draining my breath,
drawing a leg, feeling over the floor.
I make no attempt,
to look at the door.
I am back now.!
They ask, I have no answer to 'how? '

I make them believe,
better than the others.
Only because I believe.
I move with grace,
imitating my animal instinct,
my dress, carved in lace.
I am a panther.
I am a swan,
gilding over the water,
a peaceful pond.
I am a snake,
withering and slithering through your lawn.

I force myself back into their judging hearts.
They once told me to give up,
now they say I'm the best in the arts.
I dance, prance, clear my stance.

I took a great fall,
but greater than that,
I took a gracious leap,
and thats best off all.
I walk but stalk the crowd,
no I am not a creep.
Just a genius.
A great, once judged, princess, now leanous.
I get my final laugh, I prove them wrong,
I was a great all along.

Now they know,
I was there, now Im here,
for my story, Is mine to show.
I had hit the all time low.
Now I'm here, watching the world go by,
as it, compared to me, is only slow.
I walk off stage, not looking at the judges but the exit,
Now, I say bye,
and head for the door.
Now, I go for my new target.
You all reading this, are judging me poor,
you all reading this, are my next hit.