My Dreams Are Met

My Dreams Are Met 

My head throbs

my stomach clenches,

my palms drip, 

at the sight of the benches.

The mic is there waiting,

my lungs try to sing.

The people, their eyes

are waiting, wincing.

As I step forward,

a few of them yawn.

It's time to go now,

but I can't budge.

Yet, something inside

gives me a nudge.

"Go on," it whispers.

It laughs at my fear.

It urges me,

reminds me,

my dreams are now near.