The Parade


The drums beat on
as we march to their rhythm.
Their loud, commanding cadence
dictating our every movement.

Stay in step.

Look ahead.

Stand straight.

Keep in time.

The whistle sounds
and your heart
begins to beat
louder than the drums
inside of your chest.

Your nerves
rise with the instruments.
As your breath
matches the rhythm of the music,
the pressure slowly dissolves.

The twirling batons
and flying flags,
the dancers
and prom queens
all fade away.

It’s just you and the music,
marching on
until the end of the parade.


My entry in MeMee’s Poetry Party!



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