The Klutz

It only took a minute or two
Watching her
Fumbling around
And dropping things
For me to get the picture.
She was one of
The clumsiest people
I’ve ever seen.
She told me
It was hopeless.
Seven years
Of dance lessons
Had failed to provided
Even a smidgen
Of grace or coordination.
She had obviously
Collected ample evidence
Over the years
To convince herself
Beyond any doubt,
That was the way she was,
But what if its
Only a story
She made up
About herself,
A self-fulfilling prophesy?
What would it take
For her to question
Her long held beliefs
When doing so
Could transform
The quality of her life?