Onstage

Onstage

When I am onstage I am alive,
I am glamorous,
I am enviable.
The lights blind my eyes,
the stage is moving beneath my feet,
alive.
I am not me.
This is not my face,
not my words,
not my smile…
but it is my soul.
I have no time for mathematics,
or theories and names and dates.
I live for applause,
for laughter,
for passion,
for the echo of my voice against the walls of the theater,
against an audience’s ears.
I am not awkward onstage,
I am not nervous
nor scared,
not quiet.
Onstage, I am me.
You can’t touch.
You can’t judge.
You can’t insult,
or change.
But you can observe,
you can fill your eyes with me
til there is no room for anything else,
fill your ears til they burst.
And you can love me.