by Caroline Lynch
Deep breath
Hours and hours
Of work, Rehearsing
Dancing, Singing, Learning
All for One. Single. Moment. The
Audience murmurs, getting louder and
Louder as it gets closer and closer to curtain.
The same lines, the same steps, the same songs,
Running through your mind, along with thoughts of all
The people out there; family, friends, supporters, critics, all
Of their eyes on you. That single bright beam of light showcasing
your every step. Your every note. Your every word. The overture begins,
take your places, deep breath, curtain’s up and...
Showtime.
by Nathaniel Fittz
Regret.
It’s a spell, we constantly dwell.
The interesting thing is the acknowledgement of that flaw,
makes us raw.
I have thought of the past, so deep and dark.
No longer conscious, I’ve fallen asleep.
God only knows, my regret, no longer a burden.
I’ve found a place I’m now preferred in.
This place is called Heaven, I’m no longer burning.