My hearts beating,
With each pulse I feel a strengthening,
Then a weakness.
I’m on the stage,
ready to give way to the words waiting to flow from my mouth.
My breath is stuck.
My eyes are watering as the light hits my face.
Why when every voice was screaming for me, I pushed them aside?
The waking becomes cold when ones alone.
What happened to the flame that made me worthy?
The seductive breathe of my mistakes took its toll.
“Take a look.” I sputter
I will soak in all the spent emotion.
Take it back from those who never knew me.
I will tear away all the strings I left behind.
I can reach,
Rip apart all those knots I never meant to tie.
“Take the words,
Take the thoughts,
Take the life from me.” I can feel the after taste of the words now spoken.
The free flowing anger,
Coursing through a body,
To small to hold it.
These short breathes won’t save me.
So why do they come when I’m afraid?
“stare at the person,
Who hide the truth.” I say with fear plainly written on my face.
Each syllable is a breath.
I can’t stop now.
“hundreds of people walk past,
Each one more oblivious then the last.” One tear slides down the contours of my cheek as I look out at the people watching me.
Not one has known.
Yet me?
I have always noticed.
“Don’t utter a word.
I’ve been listening for too long.” my voice cracks.
The faces are spinning..
“see me.
Feel me.
Be me, for a while.”
The lights are dimming.
I can’t see the faces anymore.
“Maybe then your judgments will end.”
And when everything goes dark,
I’ll still be here.
Lying on a stage,
I was never meant to be on.