Behind the unsung curtain,
the performance was to be readied.
Shadows were escaping.
They knew that,
we’d be the stars.
Our acts were raw.
Partied by costumes made from a blanket we shared,
all of it; of feelings, of wrongdoings, and of whatnot.
From the first gaze,
the audience collapsed their hearts.
On the very first note,
souls were carried to a place
beyond the stage.
We’d be telling each other that;
to be there,
is an invitation to be passionate for a change.
To be scared to surrender, and to admit that:
we cannot be more applauded than this.
To be gathering ovations,
regardless of failing life and be failed.