When the performance ends
After the lights fade, who is left behind the mask?
When the performance ends And I am left on the stage alone - No longer in the spotlight, The lights illuminating me have gone. What remains but the face behind the mask, The hollow shell stripped away by All the words, the actions of the day The smiles, the laughs, the gazes All scripted.
I exist - body, mind and spirit Yet the compulsion to don the silks, Satin and faces of others is so Tempting - to find where I fit in Where I belong. Where do I fit in? Where do I belong? And in that fear of never really knowing - I put on another mask, I put on another dress And step out into the gleaming lights Ready to perform again.



Wow. Relatable and haunting.
Thank you so much for reading and for resonating with my words 🩷