Poetry
1 min
The Spotlight
Natalie Takao
The blackout hits,
And I run on stage.
Nervous and excited
A feeling so strange.
The music starts
And the lights turn on.
And I feel like a bird
At the break of dawn.
A feeling so special,
But it goes too quick,
Just like a sunrise
Slowly dims.
Words of encouragement,
Cries of love,
A spotlight comes on me,
From above.
I dance,
Or act,
Or I sing,
My friend looks at me
From the first wing.
She shows a thumbs up,
And that's how I know
I really am out here
I'm part of the show!
I look at the audience,
My smile so bright
That it's probably stronger
Than all other lights!
But a few minutes later,
When the outro plays,
A light smoke blows,
Like a haze.
I finish my act,
And there my friend
Smiles to me.
I reached the end.
And I run on stage.
Nervous and excited
A feeling so strange.
The music starts
And the lights turn on.
And I feel like a bird
At the break of dawn.
A feeling so special,
But it goes too quick,
Just like a sunrise
Slowly dims.
Words of encouragement,
Cries of love,
A spotlight comes on me,
From above.
I dance,
Or act,
Or I sing,
My friend looks at me
From the first wing.
She shows a thumbs up,
And that's how I know
I really am out here
I'm part of the show!
I look at the audience,
My smile so bright
That it's probably stronger
Than all other lights!
But a few minutes later,
When the outro plays,
A light smoke blows,
Like a haze.
I finish my act,
And there my friend
Smiles to me.
I reached the end.
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