written by: Alyssa Brocker
a spotlight blinds her.
it doesn’t ask her to act,
she raises her hands,
trying to protect herself,
she gives her best performance,
the audience clapping mechanically,
because we’ve all seen this show before,
and it doesn’t end well for you.
the spotlight turns off,
and all she knows is one deep feeling.
she tastes this foreign emotion,
trying it on, seeing how it fits.
she decides she doesn’t like it,
but it has a no-return policy.
the spotlight enjoys watching
who used to
across life's stage.
now, she works the spotlight,
unable to walk away.
She found her love for poetry by working with her theater group to create an original play written in prose.
She lives with her beloved dog who is always her first reader.