The Director

The Director

A Poem by Lost in Wonderland

She tosses back her diet Dr. Pepper
As if it were a toxic tumbler of whiskey
While she watched the actors play on this dismal set,
In this empty on this auditorium,
With only the stars in the night sky.
She was their mother,
their master,
their god;
And yet she is just a woman.

And as a woman, a mere mortal in every sense of the word
Her soul is weighed and wrenched in this mass of responsibility:
To guide in love,
To rule in fear?
To see them smile,
Or slowly disappear? 

Their's so much power,
And so much to be lost.
So she'll just drink her lovely drink,
Keeping her rope tightly taught.

© 2015 Lost in Wonderland



Author's Note

Lost in Wonderland
Long days in rehearsal my friends, and even longer nights <3 Cheers.
God Bless,
Mickey

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The responsibility of motherhood is daunting and hard. Yet when they are grown and ready to leave, I'm sure the hardships of motherhood would be welcomed to some.

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