I am going to choose my words carefully because of those I know on here that will take my words and might twist them completely. This poem is inspired by my High School's coffee house where many of my fellow writers read their poetry, short stories, and any excerpt from their work. I truly enjoyed each and every masterpiece, but what troubled me the most is that there were awards at the end of the night. Don't get me wrong, I completely agree with judges that those three were unbelievably talented. Displaying their work as the top three, however, might hinder writers who have only discovered the beauty of imagination and make them think that their story isn't good enough. I wrote this to make sure writers know that "losing" in a competition like this, isn't necessarily losing because they had the courage to read their work in front of people.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”

- Maya Angelou

Aren’t we a bit too competitive as a nation?

Finding competition where none is needed

Prizes for writing? Prizes for passion?

Who are you to say one story is better than another

Comparing my story to their's is apples and oranges

You’re not the dictator of my imagination; not big brother

Oh the agony! Agony of forming words and rhymes

Articulating words and making them come to life on paper,

That’s when the art becomes real and becomes mine

Prizes for participation may be hindering glory

But claiming first like they’re life is better?

Perhaps a better writer, but not a greater story

For if we truly write to win the prize

Then we completely miss the art of writing

An agony that holds the saddest demise

Submitted: March 16, 2013

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