Through The Mic

Put into perspective,
microphone and speaker,
butterflies gone wild,
nerves just make me weaker.

Boldly leaning forward,
I speak with gentle tones
knowing what a pain they are,
these cursed microphones

My words somehow reach outward,
my voice echoes through the room,
my heart is pumping, beating, pounding,
I hear it’s constant boom.

With confidence I finish,
though I stuttered once or twice,
for my first time, it went by fine,
I guess it can suffice

And still my heart is pounding,
still it feels like world war three,
It’s over now, I don’t know how,
it’s over and I’m free.

~ Andrew
I did my first ever piece of poetry in front of a crowd last night (My poem Con) and it was terrifying. The world looks completely different when you’re stood in the spotlight.


3 responses to “Through The Mic

  1. *claps hands together loudly*
    Hurrah Andrew I am so happy for you!!
    Isn’t it odd & a bit exhilarating being in front of people with spotlight on oneself???
    I love the ‘rush’….
    It does get easier; trust me! And you wrote a great poem about your experience!
    Sherri-Ellen 🙂

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