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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