6/30 #NaPoWriMo #30×30

There are those 

who are swallowed by the stage


Shrinking violets 

That wilt under the spotlight 

like a post-Valentine’s 

street-side bouquet 


Petals of potential 

hastily scattered

Crumbling at the touch 

like dreams 


Another victim

Drops off the scene


The verdict comes swiftly


The stage does not wait

to be asked 

It’s honesty is unsolicited

and unforgiving 

Holding careers and confidence 

In it’s hands 

Like hourglass sands


But there are those 

Who seek solace in it’s embrace

Lay foundations with each 

footstep and call it 

HOME

Who consider it family

For it’s the only honest voice

They’ve ever known


And if you’re fortunate

You’ll catch a glimpse

Of clumsy caterpillars

Blossoming into butterflies


Witness transformations

That defy both logic and senses

But but make perfect sense 

To our hearts

Artists

Engulfed with the burning desire

To make their mark


If you wish to look God in the eye

Witness one of his creations 

In it’s natural habitat 

Notice how it wears it’s skin

Like a prom dress

How it’s never startled

by the sound of it’s own voice 

Nay; It roars


There are those 

Who are swallowed by the stage


And there are those

Who birth wings 

and ascend

to unimaginable heights

On the food chain






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