A poem about that inevitable feeling

A knot twists at your insides

Pulling this way, tugging that way.

Your hands quiver

Like frozen leaves.

The tip of your nose is frozen

But your heart tries to break out

Of its bone and ligament enclosure.

That essential, blood-pumping organ

Is pounding

Like a bread maker nearing the end of its life

… Wait, what?

Your thoughts scatter all over the place.

You try to focus

Breathe in…

Breathe out…

Then the leg-jittering begins again

And the clicking of the pen

Calms you

While also irritating you.

Clickety clack

Clickety clack

Clickety clack click clack click clack

Let’s try that breath again.

Breathe in…

Breathe out…

Breathe in, Breathe out



…And now you’re exhausted from being so nervous


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