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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