When I was fifteen I got a part in a play. I was so nervous opening night I wrote this. It helped calm me down.
Under the the dim light,
A spotlight looms.
In the faint night,
A time of doom.
A crimson gown waits to be worn
Then begins a sound,
One of the forlorn.
On a smoke-filled stage,
The music begins to play.
A silenced voice has left its cage.
Is it true?
Have I been blind?
I believe it’s me,
My time to shine.
Before the sweet melody ends,
Cheers of gratitude bounces from wall to wall.
A projection of love descends.
I hear their call.
Is it all just a fantasy?
Can this be real?
The faces I can see,
But the emotions I feel.
On the stage of dreams stands a forfeiter.
Strange harmonies linger.
An echo to a stranger
Brings us the honesty of the blind beggar.
“I believe this is me,”come the line.
In all the spectacular glory,
This is my time to shine.
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