All For Naught

So lost for words when trying to talk emotions get in the way nervous and intimidated heart is pounding in my ears sounds so loud, but no one else hears hands are sweaty throat is dry try to swallow, but there’s nothing there certain that I look like a frightened rabbit cowering under a bush hiding from a pack of wild dogs praying that they overlook me and I’ll live, yet, another day free to go about my business quietly conveying my thoughts through speech is not my forte it’s so difficult to share my true feelings with those who need to hear or with those I care about So I sit here with my dictionary finding the right words to say writing out my feelings in poetry hoping that it’s not all for naught