Behind the curtain,
Beneath the surface,
I am confident.
I am content.
With my being,
With my insightful views,
And with where I am.
When the curtains are drawn,
And the surface becomes vulnerable to scrutinization,
I withhold from speaking my divergent words,
In the hopes that by accommodating,
To some common constant,
I will be desired,
My mind alternates,
Between downstage and upstage,
Running back and forth,
As the conditions change.
I find myself rehearsing over and over,
For some undetermined opening night,
When the passion that goes on backstage,
Can be performed with the same amount of confidence,