Losing Grip

And then I seem to overlook what I’m after.
My mind gets fastened on
“what others must think”
That disturbance intimidates me.
Everything I’ve been gaining
in the moment of fear
gets thrown out the window.

My voice shakes; there’s that monstrosity
in my eyes; that green exterior
At that point, I’m no longer
keeping my promises to myself of
challenging every opportunity with confidence.

I want every word I pronounce to furnish the room.
I look forward to the day when I am fearless
enough to stand and command a room.