You must login to vote
The curtain rises.
On stage, I take my place.
The audience looks restless. Spotlight shines
on my face. Rich adrenaline courses through
my veins. My brain reacts to the endorphins, I
become high once again. Molecules intensify,
heat rises up my spine. Must play my role with
conviction, must remember all my lines. Must
make them love me. Oh God, I know this part so
well. I'm lost in character now. I must be back in
hell. The last scene is over. Wait for their applause.
Crowd shrieks with laughter, pointing their fingers
like sharpened claws. What is so damn amusing?
This is not a fucking comedy. This is a serious act,
a sick tragedy. The laughter grows louder, harsher
and more cruel. I flush, embarrassed with dread, my
mouth begins to drool. A warm liquid streams down my
leg. “How pathetic!” someone yells. I stand consumed in
shame. I gave my best performance ever, why am I
to blame? They should be cheering instead of booing and
shouting out obscenities. My mind is numb, my lips
are frightened, frozen are my extremities. Amidst all the
humiliation, amidst all the taunts and jeers, death would
be a welcomed annihilation, gone would be my fear. In
one lucid moment, time seems to stand still, a wave of
peace envelopes my being, washing away layers of
pseudo pride and hidden guilt. I remain standing naked,
revealing my soul. No more costume, no more script, no
more starring role. The lights go dim now. A great silence
sweeps over the crowd. The theater is quiet like an empty
tomb. The script falls from my hand. I smile. And with
aplomb, I take my final bow. The last act is over.
The curtain falls.
©Adele L Nieto June 6, 2007
"Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright, you must do a little work." Rumi
please visit my new website: www.gram-of-truth.com a gram of truth is worth a pound of insight!