Terror at the Open Mic

When
I first stood
To speak the truth
Of my pain and understanding
I couldn’t have imagined a fear so deep
But in the time of saber tooth tigers
I’m sure that it came in handy
The shaking of muscles
The desire to flee
Held in check
By will alone
Nerves connected
From my fingers to knee
They’re all warmed and ready to flee
But this is only a microphone
It has no teeth, no claws
Has anyone ever died?
With a mic in hand
I’m not sure
But not
me

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