So this poem comes from one of my dear friends and one of my heroes considering coming to a show I'm doing this weekend. I don't know if she'll come or not, but just the fact she is considering it means a ton to me .
Just one night
A balancing act
A tremulant emotion
I'll try not to crack .
I can't believe
After so long
Acknowledgment of my work
She'll see it, right or wrong.
She's coming to see
The work that I do
A judgement, a snapshot
And a smile too.
I shouldn't be nervous
I really shouldn't fear
I'm sure at worst I'll get
"well done my dear."
But memories still haunt
Of times not long ago
When a tone in her voice
Said things weren't a go.
The fear still exists
The terror all to real
From curtain to curtain
I'm sure I won't feel
Any joy from praise
That comes my way
A light in her eyes
Will be all that's needed to say.
Her expressions I know
Only too well
The wrong one that night
Will send me to hell.
As scared as I am
I'm stoked as well
Just to have her there
Even in my private hell.
A laugh, a smile
That's really all I'll need
To make me relax
And the fear to recede.
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