After countless prayers
and endless wish lists
I have a spot light
on the center stage,
but I am left
with broken slippers
that gave away
while I climbed
the creaking stairway.
I broke a heel,
to twist my ankle
and grimace in pain,
to only shed a tear
and cast a smear
on my face,
to count the steps
I still needed to climb
to find my place,
but ended up counting
the endless mistakes
I have made
on my way.