the burning feeling in my gut
as the butterflies have shifted from the flutters
to full on frenzy
i stand in the wings
mind racing over the choreography
contemplating the size of the audience
and suddenly gaining the urge to flee
instead i drop my my head
trying to gain the strength
rolling the shoulders back
cracking the toes
pleading with my spirit
the house lights have dimmed
hoping not to fall
the music queued
and i stand there.
frozen in time
terrified
as the curtains begin to rise...
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