*waiting for the applause to wind down and clearing my throat*
Thank you, thank you ever so much!
As you know I’ve been missing from the blogosphere for a few years, which makes this honour even more important to me. Since my return I have re-acquainted myself with some old poets here and also met some new ones all of whom I’d like to thank for inspiring me and pushing me forward.
*once again waiting for the applause to die down. There are quite a few of the mutual appreciation society out there tonight*
Words tend to come easy to me, but that doesn’t mean they’re always good ones. Sometimes I fail miserably getting the point I want to make across to my readers, but sometimes (and this is rare) I feel I may have created something of value, and it is at those times I especially value the input and camaraderie of my little corner of the blogosphere.
The internet is full of worthy poets, many of them far more deserving of this (imaginary) award than I. My hardest critic has always been myself, and I am also the one I have to fight the hardest to carry on with my scribblings. However, I usually win these fights… *smile and laughter from the audience*
So as not to go on, and you know I tend to do just that… *more smiles and laughter* I will end this (imaginary) acceptance speech with a special thank you to all those out there who fight every day to remove the stigma of mental illness. I know some of you are here this evening, but I especially want to thank those who are finding life hard to go on with tonight. You are not alone, you are never alone and I am one of you!
Thank you all!
*exit stage left, imaginary award plaque held high*
This is, as you may have gathered, a completely imaginary award speech written in response to the Daily Post’s prompt Last but not least… I’ve read a few of the other posts to this blog, and I am aware that many have not taken this as seriously as I, but I hope you have still found my words entertaining. I have actually made one of these imaginary speeches before, in the poem Thank You Speech (It’s All in My Head), if you feel like checking out the difference between me in 2011 and me 2014. I fully understand if you don’t.