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I swallow my spit

so dry in my mouth

In preparation for the moment to come

Nervous energy runs through my bones

Unable to contain the fear and

Excitement that awaits.

My imagination runs rampt

In the dim lights

Thinking out all the obsure

possibilities that can ever happen

But in my state nothing is out of reach.

Worrying about my body, family and friends

Hoping I live up to the expectations expected of me

The air is dry with sprinkles of happiness.

The moment is here

I give it all I have

Will that be enough?

Lets hope so.

Sherry B.

Sept. 13/09