Resilience in Recovery | Eliza Smith

I never thought I'd be the one to stand before a crowd and speak. Strike that. I revel in a crowd.In all honesty, I like to hear myself speak. But I never thought I'd be the one to stand and speak in verse. Not carefully curated pros, but rather a story in lyrics.My own hand did compose. And as I stand and as I speak, forcing rhymes, knees so weak, I have this nagging sense you'll all soon be booing. For I fear I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing.I hadn't a clue what I was doing when I sat before a shr ...