Title: Lights

Author: DefyTheImpossible

Words: 106

Type: Poem

Summary: I'm next, I'm not ready.

Author's Note: This is a poem about my first dance competition when I was ten-years-old. I really hope you enjoy!

Fear runs down my spine

Music blares in my ears

I am supposed to be fearless

but where is that now?

Metallic poms tight in my hands

Hair tied up into a bun

I'm supposed to be ready

but I'm not.

Heat of the lights burning my cheeks

They are bright like the sun

I'm supposed to be practicing my routine

but I'm panicking

A cheering crowd

Judges whispering into microphones

They are supposed to be focused on you,

but I wish they wouldn't

Two hundred and twenty-seven

That's me.

I'm supposed to be frightened, scared,

but I step out into the lights without fear