"The show must go on!"
And yet I find myself saying that
I am a coward,
Searching for a moment to run.
My eyes glance at the curtains,
My ears hear the crowd's laughter.
The beating of my heart quickens.
In anticipation?
No...
In fear?
Why else would my stomach start to twist and turn?
My legs start to move without thought.
The nerves in my brain are constantly buzzing.
I must do this.
I have to do this.
Yet,
I can’t ignore the clamminess of my hands.
Everything has gone wrong and
I am a coward.
Yet I keep thinking that
Perhaps I can fix this?
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Haley M.T.
I'm just a simple day-to-day writer just trying to get by in life. No grand past or achievements, simply a Jill-of-Some-Trades enjoying a hobby.
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