Maybe, in another time…
You might hear me
Above the din of crowd’s approval
The tiny little song beneath the roar
Perhaps, in some other place…
You may see me
Out there beyond the glaring footlights
Shining bright and true
Here I am..just me…myself…
Nothing to hide, no games to play
Perhaps if I knew the rules…
The dance…the script…
Someday in a warmer space…
You will feel me
As others clamor to touch your robe
I’ll be in the wings…
Waiting.
By: Asma Nadia
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