The Stage
Alessandra Sillo
Streams of bright light,
make my heart cringe
in everlasting rays
of fear, doubt, and hope.
Pushed upon the cold stage;
my insides become paralyzed.
I hear the eerie whisper
of those who wait.
Velvet curtains pushed aside,
yet Air still itchy and heavy.
Suddenly, it is my turn to speak.
Too afraid of Light,
I dart off stage.
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