I can’t sing
I can’t dance
Never felt like I had a chance.

I can’t draw
I can’t play
Wonder why I feel this way.

I can’t jump
I can’t hurl
Is there a place for me in this world?

I can’t tell
the world who I am
Is there room for me in God’s plan?

Maybe not
Maybe yes
It seems we’re all left to guess.

But I can write
Or at least I think
So maybe there is a chance for me after all.

7.XI.19