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[leia131]

I went to the open reading tonight and read a poem.

No, not a poem, THE poem.

I have never been so scared in my life.

By the time I got to the end of it I was practically crying and now they all probably think I'm some kind of emotional crackpot.

But I feel so good.


Reaction to a Poetry Reading (Written on the Way Back)

Whole body trembling
Don't know if it's from cold or fear or the emotion in the words
I know it would be warmer to cut through the building
But there's not enough air in the atmosphere for me to breathe
Much less inside walls.
Suddenly I'm back at my dorm
And I don't know how I got here so fast
Reading poetry is baring your soul.
I feel manic.
I wondered if I'd start using that word
Apparantly yes.
I'm panting as if I ran
But I know I didn't
Still shaking all over
And I have to remind
No, command
Myself to breathe.
Maybe it's suppressed adrenaline
How do I let it out?
Jot down a few lines to be typed up later
Confused thoughts
Because I can't breathe and I'm still shaking and all I want is warmth
Breathe.
My soul needed that.

Two days to Hair, six days to Deer Camp, a week to Thanksgiving, and all I want to say is I LOVE YOU RENEE!