I'm all tied up inside
Shaking, trembling, nervous hands
Pinpoint pupils that contract and expand
Tiny imperfections in each breath
Knotted up inside
I'm frenzied
I have stone butterflies fluttering in my stomach
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Author:
Izzi Lynn (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this right before my middle school play (I was in it, and this is my last year doing it at this school) I was really nervous about how this was my last year to do the middle school St. Cecilia play. I wanted it to be perfect, and it was.
- Category: Special occasion
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Comments1
WOW SW - Powerful image and lovely penned free verse poem. I get butterflies but mine are usually only plastic not stone. Thanks for sharing - BRIAN
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