rehersal

A door is slammed and a bag is slung, curled on the floor, breathless.

A red marked hand, clawed to keep the laughter in.

Half a cake, chocolate, mushy, utterly tempting; and utterly destroyed.

Torn up, crumpled music sheets litter the floor,

and tears run down the grooves between the tiles.


How foolish she was.

How much stupider could she have been?

Acting like a goof is reserved for friends only.

And why did she think she could sing?


Too many flats, sharps and wrong notes shamed her into silence,

one step was taken back then two, until she was as far away from the others as Pluto from the sun.


Time passes to fast.....and too slow.

It is easy to forget who you really are in all the chaos,

forget the barriers,

and toe the line.


Before she remembered it was all just fine and dandy,

but with the walls come the clouds

and now she stands,

on the other side of the mirror,

with all the rain


feeling lost

feeling wrong.