The fear’s a false presumption so
I wish I’d conquer it for good.
When time to speak, I’m full of fright.
It’s how the story always goes.
A boulder nestles in my gut.
And with a glance, I’m set to go.
My gaze rests there upon my notes.
I try risk looking past my nose.
And with a punch, I start the show.
I claw my way through nervousness.
And press on through with what I know.
At last, path’s end is there in sight.
Then with deep breath, I let it flow.Applause is sweet, when it’s done right.