Morning and thanks for visiting. Long sippy of the coffee. aaaah. I’m nervous today. I tell my 5 minute story tonight at the Entre-Slam at Live at the corner of Huron and First. 7pm. I’m sure it will all be good and my belly is all quaky and jittery. A new diet plan: stand in front of lots of people and talk jibberish for a few minutes. YA…
Fear plays out insecurities
Travels to the belly
Confirms the nerves quest
to badger the emotions
to feeble jitters of falsehoods
Maybe up stories of what
might be that hasn’t been yet
Lost to the fearful expectation
of being less than in front
Of You.
It’s only a story
It’s only exposure
It’s only being seen
in the honesty of a moment
for others to have an opinion
a feeling, a chance to
support you unknown
and raw just like them
No one wants you to fail
No one wants to see you lose
Not there in front of them
OH NO not there in front of them
where they’d have to witness it
and feel it like it was their own
Diving into their gut fears
exposed by you standing there
nearly naked sharing yourself
