There isn’t Much That Scares Me…
© Irene Conner 17.02.12
There isn’t much that scares me but
I readily admit
There’s one thing gets me shakin’
and to fear – makes me submit.
It gives me shivers down my spine;
My heartbeat runs amok,
My stomach fills with butterflies
Until I want to chuck.
My legs become like rubber and
The sweat runs down my back,
And there is little stopping me
From racing down the track.
A pounding starts within my head
And lodges in my throat
‘til I can barely talk at all –
A cu-re seems remote.
There isn’t much that scares me but
I tell you, this is true –
There’s one thing gets me shakin’ and
That scary thing is ‘you’!! (the audience!)