The First Time I Tried to Speak©️🗣️by Felina Silver (copyright 2025)

What could you try for the first time?

(a whimsical poem about courage and wonder)

For the first time, I’d stand on a stage,
My heart a bird fluttering in its gilded cage.
The crowd would shimmer—a sea of eyes,
Each one a lantern under velvet skies.

My voice, a wraith both shy and small,
Would tiptoe out to greet them all.
It’s strange to think that trembling air
Could carry words I’d barely dare.

But oh! how grand that moment might be,
To watch my fears drift out to sea—
To let my phobias turn to foam,
And find, at last, my voice’s home.

Each stanza a spell, each rhyme a charm,
To still the shake within my arm.
And maybe, just maybe, by poem’s end,
I’d find my fear had turned to friend.

So for the first time, I’d rise, not hide—
A timid soul with stars for a guide.
To speak is to live; to share is to fly—
And I think, just once, I’d like to try.