Losing Grip

And then I seem to forget
what I’m really after.
My mind gets stuck on
“what they must think”
That worry terrorizes me.
Everything I’ve been learning
in the moment of fear
gets thrown out the window.
My voice shakes.
There’s that fright in my eyes.
That weak exterior.

At that point, I’m no longer
keeping my promises to myself
Of facing every opportunity with confidence.
Every word I speak must always fill the room.
My journey is not about pleasing others.
They’re on a journey of their own.
God’s opinion of me is the only one that counts.