She stood on the chair
Looking at the audience before her
Singing her heart out
And hearing all their cheers
She closed her eyes
The dream fading away
They heard the last note
That she was to play
She opened her eyes once more
Taking another glance
At those her mind fictionalized
Before letting the note end
She stepped off the chair
Into the abyss
Letting only the rope hold her
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PoetrySome ideas are formed enough to gain their own book, their own special moment. Yet, some are kept in the back of an attic, waiting to be heard and shared, even if they haven't been fully established. We should share them, bring light onto what we ma...
