I make the perilous trek
To the front of the class.
My palms dampen.
I pray not too look an ***
I feel nauseated from the
Butterflies behind my navel.
As I look out across the faces
My voice turns to gravel.
Raspy words escape.
My voice unable to recant
The terror that shakes my words
As I address my audience.
I realize I have many kindred
Among my audience, but
This does nothing to temper the fear
Of Public Speaking 101
Jul 5, 2011
Jul 5, 2011 at 9:41 PM UTC
I make the perilous trek
To the front of the class.
My palms dampen.
I pray not too look an ***
I feel nauseated from the
Butterflies behind my navel.
As I look out across the faces
My voice turns to gravel.
Raspy words escape.
My voice unable to recant
The terror that shakes my words
As I address my audience.
I realize I have many kindred
Among my audience, but
This does nothing to temper the fear
Of Public Speaking 101
For Creative Poetry at WC. Words: Navel. Nauseate. Dampen. Kindred. Perilous. Raspy. Recant.
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