I awake to live
Another day.
Disappointment, regret
Comes out to play.
Rubbing old eyes
Gripping coffee cup tightly.
The dream of lost youth
Visits me nightly.
I am nothing special
So painfully clear.
If I bring no gifts
Why am I here?
To sing and dance
On stage and screen,
Was once my hope.
Was once my dream.
Newspaper shows audition call,
Maturity is their quest.
You can make it, if you hurry
Get up old fool, get dressed!
As I turn the corner
And park the car,
I realize I might be
Their answer, their star…
What have I to lose
Gracing their stage?
Handed a script
With a circled page.
The director finally
Shouts my name.
After watching the others
I’m sorry I came.
Standing center stage
Saying lines wrong
I panic and smile,
As I break into song.
The last note echoes
Throughout the house,
No one speaks
Quiet as a mouse.
The director shaking
His head left to right,
Makes it very clear
My dream ends tonight.
I grab my coat,
Run for the street.
I can’t feel my body
From my head to my feet.
Tears cloud my view
As I close my old eyes.
Stepping into the street
What a deadly surprise.
Sirens blare in the distance
The crowd looks away
Above all the chaos,
I heard him say.
“What a sad loss.
She would have been great!
She could have been famous,
It’s never too late.”
This is where
I wake from my dream.
Most days I cry
Some days I scream.
Getting up for my coffee
While reading reviews
I gasp as I notice
I have blood on my shoes.
Dreams are your soul
Shouting into the night,
Held captive till dawn
With no way to take flight.
About the Creator
DeEtta Miller
Found my "Voice" as a college student of forty-seven. Once a memoir was written, fiction, poetry and non-fiction became my passions.
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Comments (1)
Dreams of past dreams? An interesting poem. Go to the audition if one does come up in reality. What have you got to lose? Just be careful on the street outside.