From the stage, the audience
Expectantly awaits,
Their faces all reflective
Of the mood the play creates.
I keep them out of focus
But make note of certain smiles
Which inject a boost of confidence
That reaches 'cross the aisles.
The me they know is not the one
Who's up there on the stage,
But rather an embodiment
Extracted from the page.
So when the spotlight's on, I'm in
That pure performance zone,
Connected to the ones who watch
But blissfully alone.
Friday, May 10, 2019
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