The Concert
I know I agreed to this,
And I just need to do it.
My shaking knees just won’t stay still
The rolling beads of sweat skip
Down my head.
I hear the music playing,
But soft and muted, rather
Than the ‘custic sounds that
Usually cruise my
Chaotic mind.
I know it’s fine but
As I climb the
Stage just chimes with
Cheers, and time just seems to
Stand still.
I pull the chair out
Feel the air surround
My prayers, I sit
And barely find the keys
To start to play.
But as I do it flows
And though I knew that
Everyone was viewing me
Those few were making me
More confident.
So though my fear was
Overwhelming, cheers drown out
The thundering near my heart
That’s finally clear, and all
I’ve done appears to be fine.
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