Behind the curtains
There was real life
Behind the curtains
She cried real
tears
Behind the curtains
There were real
problems
Behind the curtains
Her smile faded
away
Behind the curtains
The spotlight was
nonexistent
Behind the curtains
No claps were heard
Behind the curtains
Her reflection
stared at her
Behind the curtains
The real “her” was
revealed
Behind the curtains
The razors and the
needles taunted her
Behind the curtains
Her demons came
alive
Behind the curtains
Emptiness screamed
at her lonely soul
Behind the curtains
She was all alone
But now she wanted
more
More than what the
stage could offer her
More than the
spotlight
More than their
applause
And the admiration
She desired
fullness
She hated the
emptiness that mocked her each day
She wanted more
than the lights
She wanted more
than the camera
She wanted more
than the action
So much more than this
facade
She let go of the
bottles
The razors and the
needles
She wanted more
So she dropped the
act
And went in search
of help
Running into arms
of her Father
The One who saw the
real her
The One who knew
what she really needed
The One who could
give her what she really needed
Her Father!
Her Father!
By
Sylvia Chika
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