At The Helm

I feel restless,
I want to run,
And jump.
I can feel my pulse speed up,
My breathing quickens,
I sense that something is coming,
That everything is building up,
Culminating in some unknown climax,
The suspense is building,
The audience holds its breath,
In the edge of their seats.
I wonder what will happen,
A million possibilities come to mind.
Then I realize,
I am the hero,
I am the star,
The lead role is mine.
Confident now,
I take a breath,
And walk out,
Into the stage of life,
Ready to take my place,
At the helm of my destiny,
For I captian my own ship.

The End

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