IN OVER MY HEAD

Self confidence is a wonderful thing 
Especially when encouragement 
Was not around in your youthful days 

Unseen and denied among your siblings 
While standing in the middle of the room 

But instead, been noticed 
As in the corner of ones eyes,
And without acceptance 
A child's recipe for his doom 

Fighting and clawing your way through life 
Extending yourself beyond the norm 
Wanting to be a part of great 
Your candlelight of thinking, forever stays on

For so many people words comes easy 
From their minds to their lips like a song 

But the few words that you have learned 
Despite the hurdles of comprehension 
Struggles through stuttering lips 
Like a complicated birth 

And so you call yourself a poet 
Putting those few words together 
With a thread 
Rubbing elbows with superior intellectuals 
And finding yourself, over your head.

Wilford Barker.