An Electromagnetic Radiation

Fri, 03/21/2014 - 13:36 -- mged27

Since I was five years old I've dreamed of the day

My feet would hit that stage.

I've worked

I've fought

Blood and sweat and tears. 

I will never be satisfied until I can say

That I've worked where the neon lights are bright.

Those lights that symbolize all I want and all I've done.

They change.

Whether in color, vibrancy, or strength.

They shine.

Just as I hope to someday.

They show joy, sadness, anger, despair.

The feelings I hope to evoke on the stage.

So I guess when I come down to it, that's what I want to be;

A light. 

A beacon.

For all to see. 


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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