Dancing in Real Time

Lights up, curtains drawn

Audience cheers, music starts

Movement flows within.

 

I take my first breath,

And lift my head anxiously,

This is it, I’m ready.

 

Ephemeral is,

My time on stage, yet I feel

Refreshed and anew.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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