PAD 6 phobia

Glossophobia

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.