been a fearful duckling for quite a while,
when on the third grade the teacher said,
“the prayer you must lead
at our acquaintance party on July third”.
even with lots of fears i did obeyed
prepared the prayer and then i lead.
arriving home mom said,
“your voice shivered,
why were you afraid”.
in front of the family
i felt my confidence was dead.
never felt encouraged,
so discouraged why i quivered.
from then i was a shivering duckling.
in declamation contests the lines always forgetting,
wishing my name would never be remembered,
‘coz it brings memories of fears unwanted.
and so from the world i hid
the fearful fate accepted;
but such hiding never lasted
for a voice deep within shouted,
ENOUGH! ’tis a good life I wanted
fears, shivers, quivers I would leave
a happy life I long to live.
the journey to healing was long and winding,
yet, through all the ups and downs,
the bruises and bumps,
I have found at last,
a spirit free, happy and gay.
no longer defeated by fears and shivers;
for if you just believe
you could be a master of your fate.