Content Literature, Poetry slam & proses



Stage fright

All these are the precursor to trip, to fall, to get back up, to heal.
On the stage.
It's the light gaffer and his subpar lightings,
It's the prop masters and his inadequate arrangements,
It's the music engineer and the roaring music.
Like a scorching coal in a bonfire,
Black, burgundy orange, red, ash grey.
That's the cycle and we should all know that
nothing is eternal anyway.
So why fret?

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