Rising

Foreword: Simply written about self belief, lack of it, how the nerves affect me and how I battle against them, with continual determination that I will overcome them.

The nerves are rising

Which ain't that surprising

As that's how I seem to be wired..

But most days I wish the electrician who did it was long gone and now retired!

But you won't take control

As my emotions you roll

Continually from high to low..

Self belief seems to flee when the pressure's on me

In me why can't I believe?

You walk out the door

With eyes fixed on the floor

Not seeing me not even acknowledgement..

Dare not look me in the eye

Your guilt to see me cry

Strut away with swagger and entitlement.

(©) Dom Giddy 2020