#4.

For a time I wished to live on the stage

a chameleon act

never one person for too long

always a new face to inhabit

new turmoil’s to encounter – with easily scripted endings.

each moment behind the mask

creating another little death for the girl that was

before she learnt to forget her own name.

Now I know my name again

and it may not be beautiful

and we will never see it in lights

but it is mine

and while everyone sometimes misses the lie,

the easy assuredness and guaranteed ending

now I can be more

I can learn to be me

whoever that may be.

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