Stage Fright
There is a light shining in my eyes, so bright I can't see anything else. Around the light is only darkness, outside where I stand is only darkness.
I have to take a step, but what if there is nothing in the darkness? I have to speak, but what if something responds that shouldn't?
Is there anything beyond this? Maybe I am staring into an empty void. But maybe there is some one there that wants me to speak, that wants me to take a step. Should I do it? Or maybe whoevers out there just wants me to leave.
What do I do?
Stagefright
You know that feeling....
A lump in your throught
panic in your eyes
cheeks red
words quietly spoken or danced or sang
and then...
A brilliant rose thrown to where you are standing
the peddles perfect
one slightly crumbled
those words come more clearly
the leap more graceful
that song more heart touching
those words full of confidence
pride
You know who you are
You can feel it
You know every step of the way
You did perfectly
Overhead Lighting
Nothing bothered me more than the light. That white puddle in a sea of black that illuminates you in front of all those eyes. The second I’m under it, I know how the cookies feel when I check on them every five seconds. First comes the sweat. It starts in my hair and slowly works its way down to my toes, saturating every piece of fabric I have on. That achy nausea from your insides getting too hot comes next, then the headache that pounds so hard that it makes your eyes feel like they’ll fall out of the socket. That damn chill comes next, the one that feels like a ghost placing an icy hand on your back and freezing your whole nervous system. then, your legs begin to wabble, your bones all cringe and scream at the same time. Your jaw locks up, your fists tighten, and then total darkness. Then that fucking light is back again, some hazy voices asking if you’re okay, and the stunned but slow roar of clapping when you get back to your feet and the person with the flashlight helps you walk off. At least, that’s what happens to me.