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




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.




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.

This poem is about: 
My community


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