September Conversations – By @NJStanley94
By Nicholas Stanley
Each stanza’s a reflection Of the stages of vexation I go through every year
Some point in early September, just after breakfast.
But what if I’m not good enough?
If I’m in a lower league?
If everyone is really smart and way ahead of me?
[looks up from newspaper]
And what if they’ve been practicing hard?
If I’ve been left behind?
If months away of nothing but play have dulled and slowed my mind?
[sighs, folds newspaper knowingly, we’ve been here before]
Also what if, once I am up to speed, I feel I’m not the right fit? If its not for me or I’m not for it?
If it all goes to …?
Well, what if, though the work’s ok its impossible making friends? If nothing clicks and they’re a bunch of pricks?
If I’m miserable every day?
Ok, so I’m good at it and we all get on well, there’s still the teachers mind. What if, though they’re the best, we cannot connect?
If each lesson feels like a grind?”
On and on I usually go each and every September. Worrying, fretting, getting in a state
Until the ego calms down and surrenders
Then why, this year, am I not worried at all? Why has it stayed at bay?
‘Cos fuck it I’m ready, I now where I’m headed, BRING ON THE SCA.