Monday, January 23, 2012

the jump off





My stomach is in knots.
It feels tight.
Clenched.
My palms sweat.
My brain races.
There’s nothing I can do.
Wait.
Sit.
Think.
Prepare.
Prepare to win.
Prepare to lose.
Still waiting,
anxiety wells up.
I’m scared.
Nervous.
Excited.
Hopeful.
Still, always, nervous.

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