The Dance We Do
The Actress on the Stage
The Actress
For the longest time I only saw the actress,
And marveled at the dance she did, the ease
with which she slipped Into her character
like a pair of well worn shoes.Any place became
her stage from where To walk and work the crowd
into the complicityn that held her fragile and fearful
self.
Then one day I beheld out of the corner of my eye,
The momentary revelation of what had been withheld,
A glimpse of herself suddenly given like the sun
to break the darkness of her days with light that radiated
in all directions with a brilliance that blinded with a
lasting
sight of splendor.
I knew this young person for a long time and watched her growing up. Life had not been easy for her, and she had been very tough on herself. There wasn't a persona she could not instantly wear to hide her real self. Then, one day, she just danced across the table where we talked and I caught a glimpse of who she really was. Beautiful and real. But it really only matters when we realize that the audience no longer matters as long as we are true to ourselves. That's when the acting stops and life dances.
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