“I won’t get this right”
You think,
“Not now, not ever”.

In some ways,
You weren’t meant to,
It was a battle
You were destined to lose;
But you didn’t know it then,
And you certainly didn’t choose,
To be let loose
Into a veritable lions’ den.

Not without the slightest hint,
Or a semblance of preparation;
And now you are in there,
Quite literally ensnared,
And quite the spectacle,
For an arena of mute spectators.

You swallow the lump,
Rising in the hump
Of your throat,
And you stare,
Right into the eyes
Of the monsters,
Closing in on you,
Ready to give in,
And yet, not quite ready,
To give up in defeat.

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