Chains

When I go stand in front of a crowd I shake

my hands get clammy

voice stuttering 

and shaking 

the first time I had to public speak I shaked 

shaked, shaked, and shaked 

the whole way up there

when I get anxious I shake 

I feel it in my bones to my heartbeat that's incresing

I'll telll myself breathe everyone else is nervous

but the chains of this fear keeps me from moving

from letting go

so I shake

somehow I believe if I shake enough the chains would let me go 

but thats not how it works

the shaking only makes it harder to ignore the chains

the rattling is ringing in my ears

I'm dragging this fear with me and im shaking 

so I walked to the stage shaking but when I looked back at the class 

I wasnt afraid I was proud 

I made it up there shaking but proud 

proud of my work, proud of me

So I'm standing there paper shaking in my hands reciting poetery

and I'm proud of it

so maybe the chains are there

to remeber that the fear is there and only you have the power to break them  

This poem is about: 
Me

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