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
Like a bread maker nearing the end of its life
… Wait, what?
Your thoughts scatter all over the place.
You try to focus
Then the leg-jittering begins again
And the clicking of the pen
While also irritating you.
Clickety clack click clack click clack
Let’s try that breath again.
Breathe in, Breathe out
…And now you’re exhausted from being so nervous
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