Spotlight

It’s almost time

For the curtain to rise

Behind it

The stage is set

And the audience waits for its show

They are restless

I can hear them

And along with my fellow cast members—

Hidden in the wings—

I feel the adrenalin rush

My heart beats faster

And butterflies hold a decathlon in my gut

Slowly I’m able to calm my nerves

This is where I belong

It’s what I came here to do

And I’ll meet it the way I should

The butterflies die

Or quickly take flight

And dart among the lights far above

I hear the music begin

And I feel the joy of performance swell

Slowly, the curtain rises

And the lights are all dim

Save one.

The spotlight’s on me

I slowly step forward

And look into the theater

But it’s empty

All except for the AV guy

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Many different meanings can be tagged onto this poem, and that’s just for me personally. Because of that I like this poem…but then again…who am I to judge? *shrug* All opinions, comments, suggestions are welcome, and thank you for your time.