changing

I feel at home here
on this wooden floor.
Black and filled with stories
this proscenium stage
Is a time machine
warping you back through
the decades
and centuries
I am another person.
That fills me with ecstasy
I can feel the warm,tingling happiness
surging through my veins
everything
is so carefully mapped out
stage left, cross center
No room for error
No decisions of your own
My outfit chosen by director
My voice written by someone else
I am in a perfect little cage
I am not me
not the supposed screw-up or failure
In this place I am perfect
they have faith in me
because I am not me
"Actors act because they don't like who they are"
...
I am perfection.

Author's Note

I wrote this a couple weeks ago and just felt that I should share it. Hope you enjoy!

Reviews

[Taylor Nicole]

We all know I am no actress, but this poem had such intense emotion and passion towards the stage that even I felt it: passion for what you love. And that, is what a phenomenal writer does. xx