A kind of chalk dust rises while I lace on my soft shoes, the ritual like armor against self-doubt and noisy distractions
A kind of chalk dust rises as I stretch my whole body, listening to creaks that hold more than truth than to listen to pride,
A kind of chalk dust rises into light, as I widen my mind toward drills, not toward noise or hunger for praise,
A kind of chalk dust rises as I whisper silently and prepare for the unexpected grabs I do not even see…
Each first glance humbles the urge to impress, because survival has no audience but the real courage to let me see,
Each first glance humbles the beating drum in my chest, as I count backwards to breathe for instant courage,
Each first glance humbles fear into something I can touch and reshape with my own hips and my own hands to move,
Each first glance humbles me back into a learner, where each stumble a rough blessing I must accept and take for it is mine alone…
Each moment teaches that music turns static under pressure, yet still speaks with a silent kind of language,
Each moment teaches that rushing drains me, tightens my strength, burns me quick without teaching me patience,
Each moment teaches that steady push outlives rage, flare signs, or false posting,
Each moment teaches that even endings folds into new beginnings- a path, a learning, a breath of a whole new chance…
Each coach voice steadies my eyes on grips, not to face in rows or shadow like judgments,
Each coach voice steadies the panic that wants to sprint ahead, and brings me back to process,
Each coach voice steadies my plan- to survive first, then advance for the next step—try another then inch forward to what’s for you,
Each coach voice steadies my spirit toward my craft, reminding me that applause is not the aim—growth is!…
Will keeps a steady by life simple acts- a glass of water, a good sleep, honest life drills, the daily quiet duties,
Will keeps steady by reviewing failures without shame, adjusting as you move forward, thanking another chance to begin again,
Will keeps steady when small setbacks pile, still choosing a new kind of outlook over temper and panic,
Will keeps steady like sunlight—a courage that is not loud but steady, sudden, close, but real…
Prepare for unseen life grabs
Form life’s strength, not flare
Through pressure comes progress
Escape the old, recover a new, claim small wins
Goodwill triumphs over panic
