Perform Dear Girl

Deep breaths, They say

It gets easier

Each step

My heart pounds

My palms sweat

My body shakes

with a mix of

Furor and Fretfulness

Can I hold it together

I gasp

Not realizing

I was holding my air captive

I make my first move

A sound

A single Note

Floats on the still air

Resonating on the walls

The ceiling

The floor

the people

Their eyes

Dot the room

Like a field of daisies

I do it again

A sound

A note

And then another and


Until music flows from me


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