at the door

 

At the door I sit to wait,

Patient for the date to start play.

Practicing my lines over and again,

Knowing each point where I put up the sign and begin.

If preparation is a reparation, I would be celebration,

Feeling at ease, rested and pleased.

Hoping to raise up the house so to speak,

Finding my spot and fitting in like a knot.

Each rehearsal a step towards the goal,

Building confidence, strengthening my role.

In the quiet moments before the start,

I gather my thoughts, steady my heart.

The anticipation builds, excitement grows,

As I prepare for the curtain's rise and the show's flow.

Tackling the journey, the highs and lows,

Ready to perform, as the spotlight glows.

With each breath, I center my mind,

Trusting in the process, leaving doubts behind.

For at this door, I wait with grace,

Eager to step forward, to take my place.