What if I were confident
the way I used to be?
Wearing red and jade suits
in a grey-clad sea of men.
Leading teams, deciding goals,
speaking out with steel.
How did she become this little mouse?
Please tell me this isn’t real.
Let me wake tomorrow sure and set
on a new course with pride.
Pitching to those publishers,
letting my stories and poems shine.
Having reborn confidence
to reach right for that sky.
Morton Stephanie Gray
13 October 2010
Very good. I know nothing about Poetry to give you anything more constructive than that... sorry ;-)
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