You make my heart beat like a kick drum, I feel like I would be juggling razor blades with my hands numb
My throat is tight and my stomach is flipping like a circus side show.
My hearts racing and cannons are pounding in my ears. I feel like if I move land mines will explode for years.
There is a tingling at the base of my spine, probably where my good sense used to reside.
I’m likely two prayers away from a loosing this straight face, one decision away from walking out of this place.
One request: God send me Grace.