Point me towards the boards;
watch me improvise – calm
rehearsed, funny mastered,
catering to audiences a forte’,
command performances key
to locking out this perusing
soul’s wordless angst – will
unleash soliloquies, cleverly
unscripted quips to delight
well-attended audiences,
on queue hijinks, will not miss
a line, or quit the show, find
refuge in the wings. Spotlights
motivate me, trigger adrenaline;
save me from an interminable foe
that stalks behind the curtain
sneers at applause, assures me
ovation does not to me apply.
One Woman's Quest 