Nervous To Write A Poem

• Serene Whitling, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

I don’t know what to do, I’m slipping, I’m falling,
The dream of perfect is now just a blurry vision.
My heartbeat raced like a sea of determination.
My brain is a forest of hope and pressure.
Sitting, stalling, still thinking of what to write,
At the end of the night the fear is what I have to fight.
My heartbeat skipped as I took a breath,
I bit my lip and attempted the next step.
I sharpened my pencil and I started to write,
As the pencil flew off my page like a flock of birds.
The nerves clenched through my body bringing blades of pain
My heartbeat skipped as I took another deep breath,
I bit my lip and attempted the next step.
The thought came to me the nerves drained away launching, letters onto the
Page. My heartbeat skipped as I took a small breath,
Before I knew it my nerves evaporated, into the air.