as she enters the bright stage
the spotlight hits her hard.
she feels trapped as in a lit up cage
with people staring from the dark,
and all she wants is to escape.
applause and excited mumble
never reach her ear,
still sheltered in her bubble,
she begs God to take her fear;
is no answer from above evidence of trouble?
she tightly clings to a piece of paper,
words she wrote to read out later,
but when she looks down to remember
the letters blur as her hand’s atremble
uncontrollably like a stranger’s.
losing grip, she lifts her head
to find faces that she loves
but the faces in the crowd seem dead,
masks with names she doesn’t know
waiting for the words unsaid.
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