I never believed I could act,
Or even write a poem that well,
And when it came to performing,
My words would stutter and quell,

My heart would quake,
Those hands would quiver,
And my whole body would shiver and shake,
I was traumatised and terrified,
And words would never come straight,

But a while back,
I met a man,
Wiser than anyone I know,
He showed me a way through life,
And He taught me what I know,

He told me some of his secrets,
And showed me a way to perform,
He helped me find my confidence,
And taught me to calm my inner storm,

He told me something that day,
That I will forever treasure in my heart,
That remains a secret between him and me,
From which I never will part,

That day surrounded by him and some friends,
I grew inside in a way,
And when performing later that night,
We blew them all away,

But he taught me something about myself,
That I had never seen in that way,
And even now it stays with me,
As it will till the end of my day,

But there’s something else amongst it all,
That he did let me know,
That a rose lives longer if it’s picked,
Before all its petals are on show,