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#WritcoPoemPrompt91
As kids, one of the scariest moments in our lives is when our parents look at our school grades. What is something similar to this in Adulthood? Write a poem
Grown-up fears we tread,
Where shadows lurk and doubts are fed,
There lies a moment, heavy like stone,
When judgment's gaze chills us to the bone.
Once, as children, we feared the grades,
The marks that parents would cascade,
But in adulthood, a different fright,
Steals our peace and dims our light.
It's the annual review, that dreaded affair,
When our worth is measured in corporate lair,
Performance metrics, goals and appraisal,
A haunting dance where nerves may raze all.
We toil and strive throughout the year,
Seeking success, ambition held dear,
Yet the specter of judgment looms above,
In the conference room, where verdicts are wove.
Like a tempest's thunder, our heart does pound,
As supervisors assess with eyes so profound,
Each task, each triumph, each stumble and fall,
A ledger of deeds, both big and small.
The dread begins its slow ascent,
As the review date draws near, intent,
A tangled mix of hope and despair,
In the knowledge that judgment soon will bear.
Will they see our efforts, our sleepless nights,
Or dismiss them as mere flickering lights?
Do we stand tall, or crumble like dust,
When our worth is measured, and trust is a must?
We prepare our case, rehearse our plea,
Crafting narratives to set us free,
Through sleepless nights and restless days,
We strive to earn our just praise.
The moment arrives, the room grows still,
As the review begins, with all its thrill,
Our fate hangs on each uttered word,
And the judgment's edge, like a double-edged sword.
But let us remember, in this anxious strife,
That worth is not just found in the review's life,
For in the journey we find our worth,
In lessons learned, and our soul's rebirth.
So, fear not the judgment, though it may sting,
For in this cycle, growth may spring,
Embrace the challenge, let courage arise,
And find solace in the strength of your tries.
For beyond the grades and the annual review,
Lies a spirit resilient, that carries you through,
In the face of fear, let your passion ignite,
And let your worth shine, in its brilliant light.
© IAmWord
As kids, one of the scariest moments in our lives is when our parents look at our school grades. What is something similar to this in Adulthood? Write a poem
Grown-up fears we tread,
Where shadows lurk and doubts are fed,
There lies a moment, heavy like stone,
When judgment's gaze chills us to the bone.
Once, as children, we feared the grades,
The marks that parents would cascade,
But in adulthood, a different fright,
Steals our peace and dims our light.
It's the annual review, that dreaded affair,
When our worth is measured in corporate lair,
Performance metrics, goals and appraisal,
A haunting dance where nerves may raze all.
We toil and strive throughout the year,
Seeking success, ambition held dear,
Yet the specter of judgment looms above,
In the conference room, where verdicts are wove.
Like a tempest's thunder, our heart does pound,
As supervisors assess with eyes so profound,
Each task, each triumph, each stumble and fall,
A ledger of deeds, both big and small.
The dread begins its slow ascent,
As the review date draws near, intent,
A tangled mix of hope and despair,
In the knowledge that judgment soon will bear.
Will they see our efforts, our sleepless nights,
Or dismiss them as mere flickering lights?
Do we stand tall, or crumble like dust,
When our worth is measured, and trust is a must?
We prepare our case, rehearse our plea,
Crafting narratives to set us free,
Through sleepless nights and restless days,
We strive to earn our just praise.
The moment arrives, the room grows still,
As the review begins, with all its thrill,
Our fate hangs on each uttered word,
And the judgment's edge, like a double-edged sword.
But let us remember, in this anxious strife,
That worth is not just found in the review's life,
For in the journey we find our worth,
In lessons learned, and our soul's rebirth.
So, fear not the judgment, though it may sting,
For in this cycle, growth may spring,
Embrace the challenge, let courage arise,
And find solace in the strength of your tries.
For beyond the grades and the annual review,
Lies a spirit resilient, that carries you through,
In the face of fear, let your passion ignite,
And let your worth shine, in its brilliant light.
© IAmWord
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