Spotlight and Curtain

[Atonement]

Please do talk about it.


I hide behind the curtain.
It's enormous height intimidates even the most courageous of us.
I stagger as I walk to the split, as if I was certain.
I slowly pull back the curtain as the soft fabric caresses my hands.
As I peek out, I see the people watching so intently and waiting.
I imagine as I am falling into a pit of sands.
Ever so gently, I poke my head out of my hiding.
The spotlight flashes on me with a burning sensation.
I whip my head back to my lonesome retreat.
I gasp as my heart pounds out of my chest.
As if I were a snail, I come out of my shell.
The spotlight burns as they all wait.
They expect me to be amazing.
I clear my throat even though it is too late.
I faint.

I do not know whether to consider this a poem or simply a collection of thoughts... do not be harsh when judging, for it is an analogy.

[Atonement]

hmm... I guess no one likes it.

[Serenity]

Well as far as whether it's a poem or not, my personal belief is that anything that isn't prose [as in complete sentences in paragraph form] can be considered a poem. I write like this a lot.

Overall I think it's good, you really capture the feeling of stage fright. I love that it's in the present tense, because it really feels as if we're there, as if we really do peek out of the curtains and then whip our head back as the light shines on us. Although, there is one conflicting message- staggering to the curtain doesn't really imply confidence.

[Atonement]

exactly. And this is not exactly even about the stage. the stage is just what I know and what I can compare it. What I really am saying has nothing to do with stage frieght.

[Serenity]

Well yes, there is obviously the underlying parallel.

[Atonement]

lol good job catching that one. Try to guess what it is lol