Cheryl enjoys writing poetry related to her personal faith in Christ and the things she had observed in life.

She studied hard in school

Expecting to earn at least a B

Insteand her grades were always

A C minus or a D

Meanwhile her cousin

Got straight A’s effortlessly

She could not understand

This was so difficult to always see

Her meal in home education class

Turned our to be a mess

Her family member won an award

Because her food was determined the best

She felt she was cursed

while her loved one seemed abundantly blessed

She was failing miserably

If life was giving her a test

All the cute guys liked her relative

She was seen as a nerd

When she spoke nobody ever listened

But hung onto her cousin’s every word

Many tears were shed over this anguish

To others she seemed to be strange

Always taking two steps backward

As if it all were prearranged

All she wanted was to find her voice

In this world to take her place

No competition with others

Just living in her own space

Without always dealing with failure

And everything going wrong

It became a lifestyle

Because it went on for so long

As time went on she figured out

That no matter how you try to prevail

Some folk seem to succeed with ease

Others are always being derailed

Comments

Mohan Babu from Chennai, India on June 27, 2020:

Everyone goes through such emotions. Expressing such emotions is a way to break free from our worries.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on March 06, 2020:

A real scenario. We do not all succeed at the same thing, and without mentoring, some find it difficult to find their place.

Cheryl E Preston (author) from Roanoke on March 03, 2020:

Thank you

OLUSEGUN from NIGERIA on March 03, 2020:

Uhm. Such is life. Life at times does not present itself the way we view it. Good poem.

Lorna Lamon on March 03, 2020:

Such a realistic poem Cheryl and it does seem to be the case that some people always have to struggle. However, perhaps they gain an inner strength that others might not possess. I hope so. Loved the poem.

William from N on March 02, 2020: