A dry mouth and sweaty hands

Eager eyes glued to mine 

While I found my line.


The words were written down in black

Doublespaced, in case I lost track

Fear in my head

But in my heart,

Still lied the love of the art.


I found the courage to read

My emotions acting as my creed 

Before I knew it I had spoken the verse,

Ending what I had felt was surely a curse.


The poem ended but the world didn't

Why did I ever keep my writing hidden?

The eager eyes only showed admiration 

They became my inspiration 

To keep trying

Keep Writing

Stop perspiring

and end my contemplation

of the following,





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