The Stage Freight Struggle
In the spotlight's glare, my heart begins to race,
Words tumble and fumble, lost in this vast space.
A sea of faces watching, their eyes like piercing darts,
I stand here trembling, with a chorus of anxious hearts.
I'm bad at public speaking, but I'm speaking now, so, hear me out,
Each syllable a mountain, each pause a silent shout.
My palms are slick with worry, my thoughts begin to stray,
As I search for the courage to find the words to say.
The clock ticks loudly, echoing my fear,
What if I stumble? What if they don't hear?
Yet deep within the chaos, a flicker starts to glow,
A whisper of resilience, urging me to go.
I take a breath, I gather strength, I try to find my voice,
In this moment of vulnerability, I make a conscious choice.
To share my truth, my story, to let my spirit soar,
For even in my awkwardness, I know I can give more.
So here I stand, imperfect, with a heart that's brave and true,
Embracing all my flaws, as I speak to all of you.
Though I may stumble, and my words may twist and bend,
In this dance of expression, I find my voice, my friend.
So listen closely, as I share what's in my soul,
For in this journey of speaking, I'm learning to be whole.
I'm bad at public speaking, but I'm speaking now, so, hear me out,
In every shaky moment, there's strength to be found, no doubt.
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