Speak Up
As the curtains unfold
People await with bated breath
For the stories to be told
Their looks - like arrows of death.
Spotlight shining on me
Eyes stare, glowing bright
A flight of anxiety
Like a symphony of fright
I don't remember what to say
To dance, laugh, sing or play
Or exactly what I want to portray
Even though I practiced all day.
My heart beats uneasily
Like a moving train
My palms are sweaty
Like the pouring rain.
But as the audience watches, carefully
The fear starts to ride
And the stage, once an enemy
Becomes a helpful guide.
As within the fear
Lies a hidden light,
Ready to shine,
To brave the stage's might."
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