Class Dismay

Walking up on stage today

as the class grows silent.

No vibrations were the cause of my dismay.

Never more was a quiet sound so violent.

I did fully prepare

but the butterflies have taken over the hive

I wonder if everyone can see my despair.

It was at that moment I used it as my drive.

Inhaling the sweet smell of spotlight

clearing my head one last time,

finding anything that could come to my delight,

finding my happy thought in the silence, it was sublime.

My name is called; it was all in my head.

As I step up on stage, living again, in all the dread--
not knowing the pain to come ahead.
A head held high, never minding these true children.
A year gone slow
A year gone quick
yet I am happy it is gone
turned away from the times.

Ready to move on.