Weeks of practice,
Day in and
Day out
Drills
Lines
Memorization
Choreography
Close quarters,
Lie in wait.
Silence falls,
The watching hold their breath.
The game is a foot,
All players to their positions.
Second guessing,
Nervous Jitters,
Excitement over flowing.
We worked our tails off,
Rehearsed till we went insane.
Rising of the Lights.
The Curtains part.
The first move
The first line
Another story is birthed,
In the eyes,
In the minds,
In the hearts,
The Audience awaits.
Breathe,
And step out
Into the Rising of the Lights.
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Be who you are, not what others want from you.
YOU ARE READING
Random Poetry
PoetryI enjoy poetry....so here it is! NOTE: possible swears and possible heavy material - death, suicide, ect. You have been warned. Oh! and credit to the owner of the cover photo (it obviously isn't mine..)
