Shyness.

Through my mind the words flew,
tightly ordered in tiny parachutes.
In bite sized clusters, easy, simple.
And now I watch, the parachutes fall apart.
The words I meant to say, banging against my temple.
Standing on this stage, my face blank.
They stare at me, with confused half smiles,
“what does this silly girl mean?”
Stammering, I try and tell them.
Jumbling behind my skull, the words tangle?
They’re draining away from me, falling through my feet
and sinking through the floor.
I wish I could follow them.
But I am deserted.
Before, this all made sense to me. Honest it did.
But now my mind like a shrivelled fruit, shrinks away from me.