The Art of Theater
My own words tend to fail me when I need them most
My jumbled mind attempts to sound out syllables to express
to express what I need to say
Yet, the script of a stranger edges out of me with such ease
Reliable
Timeless
Everlasting
Sturdy
I find solace in the serenity of the stage
It's not an easy escape from the catastrophes of today
but a golden ticket to freedom
A freedom to portray scraps you must protect from the rest of the world
A freedom to heal your hindered soul
A freedom to be unapologetic
an unparalleled you
Curtain call inches toward you
The audience's approval is the last of what you desire
For, your heart is already healed
And you have found your home