For the longest time,
The stage was nothing but a dream.
The microphone,
Unapproachable…
Nervous shaking legs,
And red cheeks
Kept me away…
Now I stand here,
Confidant,
And the mic
Is like an old arch enemy,
I’m now on good terms with.
Given I still feel shy,
Timid to talk louder,
But just vocal enough
To say something right.
That and it always helps,
To have a warm crowd,
People who don’t mind
If you babble about
Such nonsense as
Having stage fright,
They might be just as nervous
As I am,
Thus able to relate,
I begin to feel a connection.
I’m no longer afraid to look up,
Look at the eyes,
I was once afraid to see.
Knowing,
All of them where staring back at me.
Now the stage is my playground,
And this room,
Is becoming like home,
With it’s red cozy chairs,
And it’s wine’s and it’s beer’s
Chasing away my fear
To stand up here,
And say,
I’m just glad to be here…