Accidents Happen, But Not Like This

Accidents Happen, But Not Like This

A Poem by Kiara

I fall, unable to balance the weight of everything.
My trumpet hits the bleachers,
Then drops to the ground.
Embarrassment floods through me
And my friend picks it up.
He looks at me,
Wide-eyed.
I glance at my trumpet,
Bent and cracked.
I just had it fixed.
I have practice tomorrow.
I'm such a failure,
How can I live with myself?
How can anyone stand me?
How could anyone care?

© 2014 Kiara


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I hope that you did not experience this personally but if you did, then I offer my condolences as a fellow musician...everyone has such experiences...I've experienced a meltdown in front of hundereds of people on stage, couldn't play a note right. The important thing is how you handle it, you don't let it bring you down. Keep smiling :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kiara

10 Years Ago

It just really upset me because I had just gotten it fixed a few weeks ago and it looks really, real.. read more
Devesh

10 Years Ago

Everything will get better. You're welcome! :)



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I hope that you did not experience this personally but if you did, then I offer my condolences as a fellow musician...everyone has such experiences...I've experienced a meltdown in front of hundereds of people on stage, couldn't play a note right. The important thing is how you handle it, you don't let it bring you down. Keep smiling :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kiara

10 Years Ago

It just really upset me because I had just gotten it fixed a few weeks ago and it looks really, real.. read more
Devesh

10 Years Ago

Everything will get better. You're welcome! :)

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My name is Taylor Bigelow, I am eighteen and I absolutely love my boyfriend, my cats, music, writing, and playing my trumpet. Some of the bands I listen to are: Pierce the Veil, Sleeping with Sir.. more..

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