Finding My Rhythm

The feeling of dread 

curdles in my stomach 

wishing I was dead 

out of breath at the sumit

 

I stood with my legs shaking 

tongue twisted and tied

a pressed on smile I'm faking 

just wishing I could hide

 

My name is announced 

I take a deep breath

onto the stage I bounced 

waving off death

 

My guitar held against me 

like a child holds a bear 

my feelings like a sea 

slowly drowning there

 

My fingers pluck softly 

like a tender kiss 

my heartbeat calmly 

finally finding rhythm with this

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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