When I stretch my legs out, my feet are overcome with frosty, cold sheets
I guess this can be associated with
Stepping out of the comfort zone
Dipping a toe in the water
Reaching towards the abyss
Or taking a shot in the dark
Here I am, in bed and my toes are freezing
Freezing on the stage
I would blame myself for getting cold feet
But I'd much rather blame you for staring so intently
My hands are clammy
The microphone is blasting my thoughts through the room, the walls being to incline, the people become blurred except for you
My own eyes become fixated to the ground, it is setting me on a higher pedestal
My feet are cold
The heart is beatboxing to my stuttered presentation, the stand rattles like a maraca
This-- all this happens in a family party, a hang out of 5 friends, at the college tour,
These people, the audience, the bystanders, are they pretending not to hear the rushing of my blood, the fisting of my hand
My feet are cold
And my hands hold fire
YOU ARE READING
Not Quite, Midnight | poems
Poetry~she sets out to write for herself but casts a line from her ship of lunatics in case there was someone adrift trying to read along.
