Nervous

These can't be butterflies.
They must be ostriches
Suddenly gifted with the power of true flight,
Now having one hell of a row in my stomach.

My heart has left my chest.
Anxiously pounding so hard that it nears vibration.

I am sweating.

Wringing my hands.

Tapping my feet.

Asking for a raise?
Big presentation?
Proposing?

No.
My kid is up to bat.