The Bow
A long time ago I had found my home
On the stage. But as a sophomore
I just couldn't take another heartbreak.
I stayed in the shadows.
As the show neared
My year had
Become
Still.
Out of pity they urged I join crew,
Out of despair I accepted.
The environment lifted my spirits
But it wasn’t the same.
I missed the bonds, the bright lights, the dancing;
Thousands of years of Tradition
Taking over me. Pouring through me.
Then,
During
Tech week, a
Tragedy struck.
The lineless lead dropped out
Leaving Fiddler on the Roof without a Fiddler.
The directors and I put aside differences.
They let me step in, They let me perform, and although
It was difficult, I’m glad I did it. I’ve grown
As an actor, as a person, and as I bowed
I pointed my fiddle up to the One who made it possible.