Month: August 2019

my microphone

makes me loud so

all can hear.

Helps me get ready

For the stage

 

Butterflies fly

all around my stomach

Breath like a galloping horse,

I need to have instead

My cantering horse.

 

Crowd staring at me,

piercing eyes.

I grip my microphone

Calmness,

Peacefulness,

I sing.