My Nerves

Nerves. They are blasted.
At the airport my hands a trembling so badly
that Mom has to feed me my dinner.

my hands have trembled for years
and numerous doctor visits have come up with
zilch.

When you think about it, nerves are a bitch.
Sometimes too much, sometimes none at all.

Most times I speak my mind so efficiently
other times I clam up like a child
can't look a person in the eye

This feeling of stupidity will pass.
Planners don't like their boats rocked.