Sweaty palms, white knuckles
Clenched fists, thumping heart
I could hear their dry chuckles
At the one thing that set us apart.
Eyes closed, a silent prayer
Hope someone is listening.
I sit down on the rocking chair
And tighten the seat fastening.
That sinking feeling is taking over,
My eyes squeeze out tears.
In mid-air as I rock and hover,
I finally face my fears.
I’m on top of the world at last
And nothing can stop me, now
That I’ve conquered the past
Which had shackled me somehow.