It's the thing that keeps me going
The purpose I see inside;
And yet the effort seen from ahead of us
Is always dimmed in its size.
The adrenaline comes from the sharpness,
The detail in every smile.
I live and love for the thrill of it all;
The way the lights brighten my heart.
Acoustic-electric heartbeats,
Bring deep attention to what I hide;
The work I've done to come here,
Is blocked out from all my pride.
A simple pattern of words repeated
Until the moment finally comes,
It's hard to know how much it means
Unless you're backstage,
Silently singing along.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red 🌱
I write poetry that is vulnerable, honest and might give you a glimpse behind my mask
Have a browse of my profile to read some strange and captivating stories!
AI is not art
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