Deep breaths filled to the brim with tenacity,
But his audacity during rehearsal loaded his mental capacity.
He rehearses every “action” till the real thing slips away.
Now his chest is full of air that has nowhere to be than to decay.
He scripts lines he’ll never show,
And polishes edges on a door that won’t open till it’s beaut,
His tongue knows the words in the mirror’s hold,
but his feet forget them once the threshold’s cold.
Courage is loud backstage, quiet where it matters, gone the moment it’s played.
Now the air has heard more rehearsal
than the person they’re meant for today,
and the silence keeps counting to four,
because he keeps swinging at shadows on the floor.
What a fool they say—
because he’s been rehearsing alone infront of a mirror all day.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 5:16 AM UTC
Deep breaths filled to the brim with tenacity,
But his audacity during rehearsal loaded his mental capacity.
He rehearses every “action” till the real thing slips away.
Now his chest is full of air that has nowhere to be than to decay.
He scripts lines he’ll never show,
And polishes edges on a door that won’t open till it’s beaut,
His tongue knows the words in the mirror’s hold,
but his feet forget them once the threshold’s cold.
Courage is loud backstage, quiet where it matters, gone the moment it’s played.
Now the air has heard more rehearsal
than the person they’re meant for today,
and the silence keeps counting to four,
because he keeps swinging at shadows on the floor.
What a fool they say—
because he’s been rehearsing alone infront of a mirror all day.