Palms sweating
Hands shaking
Knees buckle
My breathing is erratic
Standing before the people I dread
Eyes upon me
Taunting
Mocking
Scared to death
I open my mouth to speak
But my throat closes
And no sound escapes my pounding chest
Smiles flash throughout the room
The whispers begin
I'm falling from grace
I can see myself before the precipice
About to topple over the edge
But my breath releases
Words pour out of my Soul
In a steady rhythm of beautiful rhyme
I step back from the cliff and close my eyes
A running start
Life is too short to live in fear
So take a breath
Run to the edge
Live every day as though it were your last
Close your eyes
Forget your tears
Forget the pain
The risks you have to take
To get where you want to be
Forget the doubt and just jump
About the Creator
Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.
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Do you ever get sidetracked when writing? I do. I think it must be in the nature of the creative mind to draw connections and have a need to explore them. Since the World Wide Web became established in the 1990s, this has become a lot easier to do. The phenomenon being described as ‘going down a wormhole.’ Sometimes a distraction, but I have written some of my best work when I have disappeared down one web wormhole or another. It also happened in the days when most of my research was book based so we can't blame it on the internet. Book research was just slower. These days, guided by my AI friend, it is much, much quicker.
By Raymond G. Taylor5 days ago in Poets
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Yes life is too short. Great poem.
I can feel the pressure