Remembering the Past…
My heartbeat feels like a drum cadence in my chest
My mind goes over everything as I stand there like the rest
So nervous sometimes it’s hard to breath
To hear the crowd screaming- screaming for me
There goes count, Knowing what comes next
Up go the horns and in goes the first breath….
From deep in my body comes the first sound
building slowly but surely till it’s time to turn around
Starting from a whisper and ending at a roar
Drowning out the screams I had heard moments before…
As we move away from our opening impact
My brain goes into auto-pilot, knowing exactly how to react.
Gliding smoothly across the grass- energy level at full blast
Electrifying the audience up to the very last.
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more to come…