that when asked to speak to strangers
my stomach twists in knots
my feet glue themselves to the floor.
tame raging emotions that
turn confidence into sour jelly
turn the ability to speak into mere babbling?
to have words normally filled with passion
edge with timidity from within my being
before confidence will rise again?
of my personal soapbox is a task I am willing to accept.
“Clearly she was expected to say something, but panic
at having to speak stole the thoughs from her head.”
~ Shannon Hale, The Goose Girl
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