Footprints

Footprints creased in the snow that lies in her past,
If only she new it would last.
She opens the door,
Stomach full of knots.

Joy rises with the sight of faces,
Her heart races.
She takes to the stage,
It truly is a new page.

She starts it off,
She has what it takes to give them enough.
She can trip, she can fall,
She can be pushed to the wall.

But only she can say words from inside.
She opens her mouth, wishing she had a guide.
Words start to form,
She realizes that she has transformed.

No more words to say; end,
It was the perfect blend.
Of knowledge and humor,
For all she was the consumer.

Taking what she learned,
Just now it has turned.
Applause rises, audience rise,
To her it was such a surprise.

She had made such an impact,
And that was a fact.
Left and right, she was handed,
A new life living on paper, life had expanded.

Living good each day,
It was the life, as we say.
Now isn't she smart,
It was her dream from the start.

Footprints left in her past,
That she can see at last.
For her to remember, oh just what she started from,
Now just wait and see, she'll come.