At the Basketball Game

I draw my thoughts together as they explode in images of embarrassment,
Fearing frowns, I close up and lock down my emotions.
The mortar dries. No one can hurt me.
I am still here.
I am surrounded. Everyone is looking this way.
No. No one saw me introspect, did they?
I can handle this. I will survive.
What if. . . . . no.
God, Jesus, help me!
Lord, give me the strength to do what I was called to do.
I am still here.
Here for a reason
I arise.