Copyright 2016

By Felina Silver Robinson

My palms  are sweaty

As I wait with baited breath

My heart racing

As I questions why the walls of my mouth feel as dry as the Mojave desert

My eyes are so runny my view is obstructed

Life suddenly feels so uncertain

So I procrastinate despite my

Overwhelming enthusiasm

For fear of the unknown

I’m experiencing what they call

Anticipation, but of what remains

To be seen