'Malcolm' by Ravyn LaRue

It’s nice to see some triumph

To identify with your origin as my future

I might someday have a taste of the level you’re at

I can say softly, he had the same start as I-

If he can make something vast of himself, then there ought to be nothing stopping me

I know it seems silly

Monday morning, 7:47 and a profound lack of sleep

But with all my petty doubts, this fact was what I needed

It’s a magical place, I’ve been there-

I only have to let myself be possessed by it, just like you and the others

Though, while they are off pursuing fame and fortune, as many do, I see my hopeful landing point similar to what you possess now

An entirely different realm, but art, collaboration, and integrity over hollywood and broadway expectations

And the thought that I have this same opportunity, swaying beneath my trembling feet-

It’s terrifying and nerve-racking, but it seems to me that all the best growing foil is

I just have to take that first step off the steady station

That’s my current struggle-

My focus is on, “What if I’ll fall” as apposed to, “Won’t it feel great to have gotten across?”

Then I can run home, and proclaim my success, and find myself braver to have crossed that tightrope-

And who knows, perhaps I, like you and the others, will find the steady ground that suits me on the other side

I’m getting readier than ever

And I’m thankful for that little fact of yours, and the hopeful glimmer of pride you proclaimed

It caused me to inch a bit more towards the edge of the cliff, and that’s nothing but good