Sweaty Palms
Nervous glances, fleeting sighs,A heart that races, no disguise.The room is warm, or is it me?A tension thick, it’s hard to see.
My palms betray what I can’t say,Words stumble, thoughts led astray.A trickle forms, I clench my fist,Holding tight to moments missed.
Sweaty palms, a fleeting fear,Of things uncertain, drawing near.Yet in this heat, I start to find,A strength within, a clearer mind.
The grip loosens, calm descends,No need to hide, no need to bend.For in the sw