How Do I Put It?
Josiah Rodriguez 2004 (Florida)
Numbness, best explained, is deprivation of sensation.
With this, I’m well acquainted.
So if I’m feeling this so often, does it count for feeling something?
Familiar with nothing.
I have no time to answer
as I readjust my cuff links.
Pause and recollect.
Sucking in some deep breaths.
I’m expected to deliver. My giving’s growing frequent.
From stage, my name is called.
Standing here, I hear it.
My feet begin to carry me down the carpeted hall of charity.
I finally reach the steps and rush up like something’s chasing me.
Take my place in front of podium.
Standing here I’m growing numb.
I need to try and build them up.
But what I have is not enough.
Deep concerns leave me gutless.
Numbness disappears, and insecurities start to rush in—
Like if I’m even standing properly. I start to fidget awkwardly. Didn’t I practice this in a mirror? Still, my appearance loves to bother me.
Pray to God for un-shut lungs to keep myself from choking up.
I consider this all in seconds—
The fact that I’m a spokesman—
And my wetless lips have opened.
About this poem
As one of Jehovah’s Witnesses, I occasionally give talks at our place of worship. Although I practice what I’m going to say many times over before going on-stage, I feel extremely nervous when the time actually comes. More than just conveying information, I’m trying to build up the hearts of my listeners using the scriptures — and this is something I want to give my all towards. I wrote this poem the night before a talk of mine, and I feel it captures exactly those emotions I feel. more »
Written on November 20, 2022
Submitted by Jorod8114 on December 27, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Scheme | A X B B X X X X X X X C C D D E X X X C E X A X |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,097 |
Words | 234 |
Stanzas | 24 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
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