You give me a tickly tummy
when I’m ready to race.
I try not to be scared of you,
knowing you’ll up my pace.
You make me feel sick sometimes.
You always bring along some dread
that I won’t be able to perform.
I fear coming last instead.
So, how can I use you to guide me,
to help me think positive things?
Cos surely the butterflies you send me
are there to give me wings…?
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So wonderful and totally capture the butterflies 🙂
Hey, thanks for stopping by. I felt more than butterflies today when my daughter was racing. I’m curious about adrenaline by proxy… I was more exhausted than she was.
Ha! As expected, when you are nervous for someone, you get the adrenaline just the same. 🙂