Lights go up and Life begins
The hours, the preparation, the blood, sweat and tears
All for that one moment
Recognition.
As the audience claps and cheers at the performance pure
Ecstasy consumes me.
Then the curtain falls and my heart stops.
I realize that they’re cheering for the character; not the
Empty shell that’s panting underneath the
Weight
Of someone else’s being.
I take off all the
Makeup
Costumes
Props
So all that’s left is me.
Without the glaring stage lights and microphones I’m
Small.
Insignificant.
Just another member of the crowd;
So hollow
That I need a character just to feel
Alive.
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