After weeks of rehearsal,
the paid crowd awaits
The thrill of opening night,
less than thrilling this time
I can’t break a leg
if I don’t take the stage
But my heart is not here,
it is trapped in a hospital
with a boy who no longer
wants to live
Will I miss my entrance?
Will I miss his exit?
The curtain rises,
the show must go on
Thank God,
or Daphne du Maurier,
the play is set
in the apocalypse
So I can pretend
the whole world
is collapsing,
instead of just
my own
21 July 2020
(reflecting on past events)
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