Head spinning.
Hands sweating.
Heart racing.
Silence.

After confidence is gained,
I take a defensive stand at the podium.

All eyes are on me.
Every single one.

I'm expected to make a speech,
After all, it's my sister's wedding.

That unnerving silence pervaded the room.

I open my mouth,
But no words come.
Only raw, and painful memories
Of an unforgiven past.

***** this.*

I throw the microphone onto the floor,
And retreat to my car,
Never to be seen again.