SHI BLOGS TOO

Where I Belong

When Gaby asked me
this was her plea-
"Shi, will you run a workshop for me?"
Without hesitation I did agree.
Then set out to make it
the best it could be.

Carefully, choosing my topic
with glee-
Narrative Poetry is what
I decided it should be;
excluding Ballad and Epic,
limited time was the key.

So I set out gathering
all information I could,
and began the formatting
so each member understood.
My group would consist
of five members and me.

My job was to assist;
what they would learn- no guarantee.
My workshop was scheduled
one week in February.
For months I assembled
everything that was necessary.

All of a sudden, my turn had come;
my stomach tightened.
I had no where to run!
I was frozen and frightened.
How could this be?
I never imagined it could happen to me!

All of these doubts
and fears rushed through
my head- I wanted to shout
"I'm not a teacher! I haven't a clue!"
"What on earth am I doing
in this group with you?"

Then much to my amazement
poems began coming in.
Magnificent accomplishments
bringing forth great big grins.
Stirring up emotions deep down inside.
My heart filled and nearly burst with pride!

Calmly my doubts finally disappeared
enthralled by these gifted writer's words.
Unknowingly, they banished all I had feared
as my heart sang to
music of their magical chords
I knew in an instant I was where I belonged.