Poem - Tuba


( I like writing poems because it lets my mind wander around as far as it can.)


i won it then
but now i am scared.

scared of stumbling.
scared of not having the nerves to carry on.

and then
in the midst of my thoughts
it was time.

"it would be fine."
i kept assuring myself.

but in vain.
my worst fears came true.
my throat went dry.
i could not face the audience.

pushing a barrier against my thoughts 
i tried to speak.
but my voice failed me. 

i reminded myself of the days
when i would go mad to perform. 
"you are a natural."
they said. 

i had tears in my eyes. 
but with the same geriatric passion 
i began.

i carried on.
i still do. 

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