Butterflies and knots

Heart racing

Head pounding

My fingers all tremors

On the edge of my seat

On the tip of the spear

In the pit of my stomach

My guts doing loop de loop

The only difference

Is the smile

Or the lack thereof

On my face

Taking a cue

From Douglas Adams

I want to throw myself

At the ground

And miss

I want to face

The challenges of this world

And smile

I want to be scared

Excited

And nervous

All at once

I want to turn the negative

Into the positive

Or at least

Make lemonade from

Bitter experiences

There is just a razor’s edge

In the fight between

excitement vs anxiety

So I would rather

Trick my face

Into a smile