practicing

My brain is sore

My fingers ache

Maybe playing this instrument

Was a mistake

My teacher sighs

Tears water and fall

I’m a failure, a loser

Shouldn’t be here at all

I can never get this rhythym right

I can never play it perfectly

I can practice all day, all week, all year

And still it doesn’t sound good to my ear

When I finally put my cello down

I feel unworthy to pick it up again

But like my teacher once looked at me and said

“We make mistakes, we try, try again.”

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