Theater kid
I have shared scenes to yellow lights,
To endless rehearsals and read-throughs,
To all-nighters,
Opening and closing curtains,
Moving furniture,
And hours spent on angles and marking.
I have put my heart and mind in my scripts,
To endings and curtain calls,
To living in a fantasy,
To repeated costume changes.
I am the theater kid who loves the theater
Too much to ever fear the stage.
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