The Red Curtain

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.

by Christine Elm

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hi Christine i found your lines very intersting and fine beautiful and poignant the red curtain eludes me yet... you should write more... cheers