Shaking Within

Palms sweating

Drops beading on my forehead

No fear ahead

Yet sickness builds

Everything flying high

Everything threatening to drag me down

Shaking from within

Eyes watching intently

Worry on my face

Pale white as I push to win the race

Nothing holding me back

Nothing except me

As I walk that tight line

Trying to get out and fly

Nothing holding me back

Except me and my mind

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