My hands turn clammy, my heart beats too fast.
Confronting someone is not my strong point.
My brain gets shocked, gets really out of joint.
All feelings for this moment are amassed.
I wish this moment had already passed.
My mind, to me, begins to disappoint.
Sweat running down my back seems to anoint
This talk whose outcome will be like lots cast.
So with all the courage my hope will bring,
I walk to meet him, to talk face to face.
He smiles, and he seems so friendly now.
The words come flowing, as if from a spring,
And now I don't feel quite so out of place.
What gift of speech did the spirits endow?