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.











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