A breath of fresh air…

stop…breathe.

Take in the moment.

Ignore the eyes.

The stair of the crowd.

Hatred…

 For the heartless mother fuckers who stand before you.

Still they stare.

Their eyes forever burning into your soul.

You can feel their anticipation building.

The tension thickens with every breath you take.

Exhaling…

 You close your eyes.

Heart pounding.

Palms sweating.

The moment is yours.

You cough…

They stare.

Eyes still burning.

They wait, anticipating your next move.

The moment is still yours.

Fear…

It is the one you trained for.

The moment you have waited your entire life to embrace.

Your moment.

Your life.

You are:

Scared…

Happy…

Angry…

Sad…

Your hands are trembling, yet your voice is steady…

You breathe…

Take a deep breath.

Embrace your moment.

Your calling.

Your voice.

Hidden for so long…

Suppressed by society.

Bound no longer by its chains.

You are free to speak your mind.

Words flow freely.

They watch in silence…

But you will be silenced no longer.

Free from your cage you are centered on stage, raged…

Still they stair yet you no longer care.

You have found your voice.

Now unstoppable…

Your moment lives forever on.

The fear continues.

Your heart pounding.

Palms still sweating.

Your voice carries on…

Immortalized.

The crowd begins to cheer.

Your hatred has turned to joy.

The moment is yours.

Exhaling you deeply breathe…

For you have found your voice.

The voice of the people.

The many, the few, the one.

A voice to call your own.

-Soren J. Johnsen