The Red Curtain
Poem By Christine Elm
I stand alone in the dark.
My heart races with passing time,
Over and over again, I question.
Question whether I'm capable,
Question whether I'm worthy.
No confidence is alive inside.
Though reheased, I still doubt myself
Will I succed? Will I achieve?
I stand alone, waiting, thinking.
Dreams of passion, ideas of glory?
I am motionless starring into the black abyss.
The only thing between me and my future
is the taunting Red Curtain.