Triumph in Speech

Concrete frame now stable, Breathing calm, now dried palms, Nerves no longer wired. Steady sighs heave in and out of loosened lungs, And the cat returns the tongue. Tapping seizes from the sole, That now lies rested and controlled. Toothy grin appears again As bursting applause begins. Walks away from the gazing stage, Triumph evident on the face. Fear no longer etched in mind, As it had earlier that time. For it is gone, away, disappeared in a moment, Victory to its opponent. . . Due to that glorious moment When speaking was okay.