Underneath The Tears

How comfortably can you shift the feeling of a room?

You know, waltz in and strut your stuff. Wowing the audience.

How quickly can you change the aura of the room?

Is it blue? Is it read? Is it Green?

Easily, and in a hurry? Or slowly at a pace?

How fast can you make everyone listen?

Commanding through your presence, captivating everyone around you.

How quickly can you shift from happy to happier?

Can you dig deep down and bring out the best in you?

How quickly can you wipe away tear stained eyes in the bathroom,

as you take a break from giving the speech of your life?

How hard is it to look away from your reflection in the mirror,

as you unwillingly bury yourself underneath the tears of it all?

How soon will you recover, or more so, will the crowd notice?

Will you panic, trembling in fear, or will you conquer the moment?

Will you walk through the room like a warrior fresh from battle?

Will you seize the day?


Take a minute, and gather up your senses.

The moment is yours.

Categorized as poetry

By Brandon Mecella

I am a Philadelphian, a poet (the greatest alive, of course), and I'm loving what is on T.V.