04.03 @ 1030
I feel out of place
Am I a stranger?
I’ve been living my entire life for this
Now I’m just a spectator
On the sidelines
Watching. And admiring.
But not being a part
Of a place I used to call home.
Okay so this is an absolutely raw poem (? Can I call this a poem..?) I wrote on a whim during class this morning.
I recently injured myself and I haven’t been able to practice my instrument in a little over 2 weeks now, so during my Orchestra class, watching all my classmates perform their excerpts… I felt like an outsider. I almost felt like I was intruding, but at the same time admiring everyone’s performance. At some point later on in the class, I realized that I too was one of those people. And I felt sad.
Sad I was, sad I am now, but life moves on! This isn’t my first injury, and it won’t stop me from playing cello at all.
That’s all for today, until next time 🙂
(Future Andrea reading this, did you cringe? Because I currently am, while re-reading this post)
(Also another p.s. – I haven’t written a poem since high school, so please excuse… everything)
a Sunday thought 