Confidence

I saw the break from mind to voice
I watched as "I" formed into "he".
We looked upon our mirrored face
He stood as I yet with subtle grace.

I watched him speak without a fault
No stalling "umms" or stumbling pause
No misused words or faltered point
His charm laid in the soliloquy

He spoke of pride and valor too.
He spoke of all such valiant views.
Yet when he stands tall on that stage
I will return broke, lost, and dazed.

[Practicing with iambic tetrameter!]