Everyone's waiting in the wings
Stage left wants a part in coaching you
To become one with your audience
Stage right wants a part in cutting your starring role
Erasing your potential

Me, I am the audience
There are several of me seated in the
Chairs made of donated scrap wood and metal
We sit here
All of me
Waiting eagerly for your lines
Watching
Listening
Wondering if you will stumble
We are waiting for your theatrics

Your lips part
But I don't hear a sound
Other than the creaking of my own
Failing foundation

The spotlight of blues is becoming
Blinding
I see you wince
I know it's distracting you
I put my hands together
As if to applaud
Then I spread my palms
And rest my shaking hands over my chest

The blues flicker in the core of your eyes
I steady my hands
and soften the sharp and glaring sadness
We sigh
Relieved and knowing
that the blue diversion
was too much
for a single actor
and an audience of one

A spotlight appears from the rafters
it blinds and rids
the shadows your past

Now the stage is fully lit

no shadows
no past
no blues
you are now free
to take
your first real chance
To give
the greatest audition
Of your life

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