This is a poem about performing poetry - the need to hold the audience , to make them think. It is also about the feelings of trepidation and ultimately the satisfaction of a successful performance.
Here
I go again
stepping
out on this tight-rope stage
thoughts
and feelings exposed
vulnerable
through my own words
and
they watch
and
they listen
Oh
god, I hope they listen
and
I look down
no
safety net
you
should never look down
The
rope feels slack
swaying
under panicky feet
and
I watch their faces
do
they smell fear
can
they see it in my eyes
will
I loose control
crash
to the saw-dusted floor
of
mediocrity
and
I look down
Deep
breath
the
swinging rope is my trapeze
the
fingers of my words
struggle
to hold their minds
to
keep me flying
soaring
through their time
and
I look down
no
safety net
you
should never look down
I’m
loosing it
falling
to earth
my
carefully chosen words
drizzle,
randomly
spinning
from a rambling mind
but
I think they hear me
they
fall silent
they
know how I feel
They’re
with me
I
breathe out
and
I look down
Can
I make them laugh?
or
cry
or
stop to think
Am
I any good
Does
it matter?
Here
I am
This
is me
Centre
stage
In
the spot
The
ringmaster
In
control
And
I look down
No
safety net required
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