Short Stories, Poems, Monologues.

Struggles

You have it all down. You have the script for your audition and you know the lines, you know the actions you'll do and you have it all refined and perfect like a stream of water. It's finally the day you get to show what you're made of and you confidently strut up to the stage, ready to deliver everything you have into this next performance and-.... and you freeze. You don't know... why.. you just. Do..... why.... why why WHY?! Is it my ever burning desire to stay hidden from everyone?! Is it the confidence that drives me up but the nerve that everyone will laugh at me what shatters my performance?! Or... perhaps is it the.. voices? Oh yes.... the voices.. I have always dreaded the voices inside of me so much that... that I'm terrified to dig down and meet myself. The ever nagging voices that fill my thoughts with the suffocating urge to spit on myself when others will not, like drowning in the ocean!... but the voices aren't that kind. The stage becomes my burden instead of my playground and my confidence shrivels like a sunflower in winter. But when I come back every time I bloom anew from the watery ashes and my thirst for sun has been replaced with the confidence to overcome my struggle just enough to peek past the ever hardening frost that has began to melt. The spring is coming... all I have to do now is wait and survive.