Waiting in the Wings

Freedom fell not as a star

the fame of instant glare

of lights, or fancied flights

She rose not on limbs

pampered or admired

for grace and glory

or bathed in applause

But at stage doors shut

On platforms bleak

With leaps of faith at

Eyrie edges, soul-searching

Pain and loss, her cross

Faltering, yet rooted as a tree

She felt armed with strength

To face another plummet too far

I’m here to catch you

A voice outside of her

Struck sharp, solar plexus

A clock striking midnight

But she stretched wings

As a bird, a chrysanthemum

In bloom, at breaking point

In highwire acts of faith

Dropping, swooping

No easy answers

Spurred her on to a time

Unknown, unfound

When she would fly

And find herself happily

No longer waiting in the wings

© 2012 S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.