This is a piece that, in retrospect, seems to speak to the experience of performing on many stages - both literally and in the grand theatre of existence. Alas, here is my face saying words that I wrote. Let me know what you think of these multimedia writing posts!
The mind seethes no longer,
For it has relinquished parcels of pain
from its past
As a marionette brings joy,
so, too does it injure the hands of its master
The audience perceives such pain as bliss
through potent collective thought
The puppeteer grimaces, handling it well
Trading muscle spasms for kisses
After the show
and out of the crowd
The mind rests
in the fleshy doll
it calls
home
Parcels Of Pain