Red velvet and shadows
Its dark behind
These stage curtains
It was progressional.
So slow and furtive
But then the thoughts....
Bright white and faces
The smile stays out
When everyone can see
It came in from stage left.
The walls fell and
All the ugly came out
Backstage and alone,
She wished no one noticed
The small things
Bags under her eyes,
Sobs muffled by a blanket,
Temporary scratches covering
Every inch.
Please be clever
That's all she asked.
Because she cannot be
Her own saving grace.
She's waiting for her hero,
To pull back the curtain.
YOU ARE READING
Out of Words
Poetry"She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells- Dean Koontz" Original poem collection.
