Behind the Curtains

This is a poem, dedicated and about my amazing sister Londa. A better actor would be hard to find, someone who's love for theater is greater than most. Dedication to an amazing production, willingness, hard work...wow, you. are. amazing. How can I say thank you? How can I possibly know exactly what you're feeling? This is but a slight attempt for me to enter into your heart, feel the ache you must feel. I love you so much.

Back behind the curtains

so uncertain of the outcome

Grasping for a moment 

just to be out on the stage

It’s not about the people

it’s the magic it contains

When you put your foot

down firmly, and

walk across the stage

It’s the feeling you get

seconds before, 

you make your first 

stage move

Oh the intensity

oh the immensity 

That natural love of acting

To work so long,

to work so hard,

and see someone take your place

To lose what means the world,

when lost in the emotion,

Your head all in a swirl,

how can you even stand?

Only with these words still 

ringing:

“The best is yet to come”

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