The Overwrought Orator

Imagine them in their underwear they say.

That will make you smile, and everything will be okay.

Public speaking causes me much distress.

Oh my!  I feel the need to clutch my chest!

Will I even be able to speak?

Please don’t let me voice crack or squeak.

My palms are sweaty.

My legs are heavy.

My face is red.

My throat is tight.

There is no way this will turn out alright!

It is my turn.

I can feel my ears burn.

I open my mouth wide,

The words start to flow from inside.

They pour out with much gust.

I feel like I am about to bust.

I catch my breath and slow my roll,

All this fear has taken its toll.

I will overcome.   I will survive.

It’s over, I finished the speech and I am still alive!