It's not that I'm soaring, more of flying
Perhaps soaring, escalating
It is a gradual ascent but when
you're horizontal seemingly rushing to
uppermost borders of the world, it all seems to be a rush.
Nonetheless, those earthly societal borders are broken
and now I'm drifitng through the cosmos
Often it is cold on this earthly stage
I can see them watching me,
they are waiting.
I have practicedandpracticedandpracticed
yet the nerves were stabbing into me
these icy comets, samming into my chest.
You would think up here in space, the distance
between the audience and I, that I could not see all the eyes staring back
Each iris is a shimmer is my view.
I have made it so far up here, I can see my competitors,
my parents, my team
why couldn't I have felt this way in the preliminary rounds?
The gravity of these thoughts tug
at me while the comets continue to fly and I am still soaring.
I open my mouth.
Being so high past the earthly confines,
I did not expect my ability to breathe.
Yet, here I am
I am breathing and I am soaring and I am ready
This will be everything to me.
I can fear the expanse no more.