A poem I wrote and wanted to share.

Loud Mistakes

"Make loud mistakes," I told the boy exasperating me
My first choir director's words and something of a key
To my singing confidence, but of course he queried why
The swift "So that you can fix them," came out as my reply

Those syllables were also hers, for this was not the first
A student, singing reticently, found themselves coerced
To trembling crescendos, fine melodies revealing
Silver notes which apathy and fear had been concealing

It always brought me joy to hear the choir's voices swell
Yet often times in me I'd find conceit I'd fought to quell
Music was my mother tongue, confidence came easily
Steps and jumps and finding Do, all were done quite breezily

And so the words I'd heard so often never quite sunk in
Til that exasperating boy, he gave to me a grin
And returned a bit of banter I hadn't counted on
I froze up fearfully; the time important was now gone

I realized then, that moment, that my ill conceived belief
In social inability had stolen like a thief
The silver notes of life to which I might have harmonized
Had that apathy and fright not been in me realized