At The Poetry Reading

You held my hand As though, we were lovers And stare into my eyes To tell me you were here for me Still, I wasn't confident about going I felt the frustration of waiting And I was about to leave The hell with it, I thought But you held my hand tighter When they called my name, I hesitated Because being a small town girl Reading in front of a crowd from the city It was scary and I shook like a leaf Especially, where there's better poets And everyone would laugh at my small town poetry But you guided me to the microphone As I stood there staring at the people I took a big breath