It zips around my head
near my heart,
by my stomach.
A beautiful, yet strange, feeling.
I know
the people who pass can see it.
It does not leave me be;
this new friend
won't go away.
I can't shake it,
but it's okay.
It lands on my head,
this dragonfly.
My heart rate quickens
and my stomach churns.
A beautiful, yet strange, experience.
I know
the people who pass look at me now.
I am afraid
that this dragonfly will leave,
Yet terrified
that it may stay.
For if it leaves, I have nothing.
If it stays, I have too much.
Breathing deeply,
I brush it away
as I head onstage.
People will look at me
if I leave it there.
Then,
As quickly as it came,
I feel relief
as it finally goes,
Though it is not far.
Deep within me,
I sense the dragonfly is still there,
on the ceiling,
somewhere, because
I know
that I can no longer be "me"
without it.
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