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