This poem deserves an audience, so I am reblogging it. It took me several days to write it, to make the words rhyme and to put forth before the reader the entire scene so that it could be experienced or bring back memories of your first public speech.
This poem is for anybody frightened of public speaking. Preparation, Practise, Perseverance is what all good speakers do. You can too!!!
The room is full, the lights are bright,
A silence, like the dead of night,
They gauge me with piercing eyes,
A cough here, a sneeze there, the shuffling of a chair,
To look up I do not dare…
I am in a dilemma.
Eyebrows raised, furrowed forehead,
A stillness like the dead,
They size me up with growing disconcert,
A whisper here, a frown there, the pounding of my heart,
A shiver runs through, a drop of sweat trickles too, I must start…
My mouth dry, my palms wet, the continuation of a dilemma.
Stomach churning, ears on fire,
To speak with clarity, I aspire,
They hear me with rapt attention,
A pause here, a nod there, the steady drowning of my fear,
My voice resonating, loud and clear…
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