Have you ever felt a fear grip your heart
That felt like you'd been hit by a dart
When people stare at me
It's all I can do not to flee
Eyes make my skin crawl
Never felt so small
It's like walls closing in
As if I had committed a mortal sin
I hope my voice does not come out a screech
All because my enemy is a speech
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Invitation to Renga With Me
Ladies and Gentlemen, I am returned. I am envisaging a grand entrance here, a footman perhaps, announcing my arrival, or a both doors flung wide attention grab. That I actually slipped in quietly with an itsy bitsy haiku seems far more in keeping with my actual style. Either way, I am back after an absence of a couple of weeks in which I dedicated myself fully to a family holiday. I could do no different, it has been a very full trip, and a wonderful trip for it. But though I read most of a novel, I took no time to read on Vocal, and no time to write either.
By Hannah Moore7 days ago in Writers
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