First steps upon the stage

I’m sharing my soul with strangers tonight

People that I’ve never met

I’m reading my pain, my joys and my hurts

Feelings I try to forget.

Swirls of fear darken my feet

And climb, climb, climb ever higher

I will hand them the blade to shred me apart

This group, to whom I aspire.

Naked I stand; my heart on a page

And hope that I will survive

This trapdoor, this stage that creaks at my feet

Deathly afraid but alive.

So I hand you the tools

To cut me or set me free

I hope that you’re kind, and of a mind

To be gentle with this frightened Bea.

09/06/12