Timid feelings;
Breathing the edgy air as I walked toward the center of
the stage
Looking at the audiences as they stare at me in return,
No one knew the piece which I about to deliver except
God and I.
I uttered the fragments.
I could not feel the blood running in my arms.
I distinctly lurched with few hesitant notches
Thinking of the statements next to what I was talking.
Some hooked their eyes on me; some were not
Others were sarcastic; others did not care
Few noticed that I was at my best, few were not
observing
Fortunately for me, I did not have mistakes
Unfortunately then, no one bothered to listen;
No one understood.
Then…
I won.