Back-Stage Shadow

As I stare behind the curtain

watching your talent burn so brightly.

I can't help but feel cold inside.

Do you even know I'm there?


I look down at my worn sneakers,

listening to your soul.

Wondering if you see me

being your back-stage shadow?


You return from the front lines

beaming like the sun,

but like the moon,

I can only reflect that light,

as I don't have any of my own.


My smile fades as you go away.

The lack of light backstage hiding me.

I, your silent support,

quietly telling you, you’re amazing

but my comments are washed away

by those more flamboyant than me.


I go back to my spot

backstage, staring at the bright lights

wishing I had the courage

you had.

The End

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