Not Giving Up.&&Having Fun Along The Way

Im backstage and dreading my decisions
Walking to and throw while I go over my lines.
Rehearsed to the bone, I look through the bright red curtains
The audience is full as I had imagined many times
And all I await now is my scene to begin.

Butterflies dance in my stomach
Fluttering deep and strong
Thoughts of mistakes and forgotten lines
My entrance is scarily long
I start to doubt my confidence
As I usually do around this time
My head starts to spin, my sight faded
The whole production turning into a complicated rhyme

The curtain spreads across the stage
Revealing me at last
The blazing light blinds my eyes
And so I can continue my task
I see my mother, a shadow of stage
She smiles proud, at me
My confidence overtakes
And fear I no longer see

Towards the end as we crowd of stage
Adrenaline still pumping through my blood
I look back once again
And wish the show could go on forever.