Here I am, with a lead role in a play I didn’t even audition for.
No script. No rehearsal. No cue cards.
Just me, Standing center stage,
Under a spotlight I never asked for.
The curtain rises, And life begins its monologue.
Scene one—childhood, wide-eyed and weightless.
Scene two—adolescence, stumbling through changes,
Trying to find a rhythm in a song I never learned to sing.
The plot twists; unexpected.
The soundtrack; unpredictable.
One day, I am the hero.
The next, I am the villain in someone else’s story.
One act filled with laughter,
The next tears I never saw coming.
The audience watches, waiting.
Do I falter? Do I fall?
Do I own this role,
Or let the echoes of doubt write my dialogue?
But I am here.
I breathe. I move. I speak my truth,
Even when my voice shakes.
I dance through storms, Even when my feet slip.
No second takes. No "cut!" from the director.
Just me, living each scene as best as I can.
Because life isn't a dress rehearsal.
It's raw. It's real.
And I? I am the storyteller of my own stage.
Cue the lights. The show must go on.
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Job Welime (
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A chip off the old Shakespeare block where all the world is a stage. Nicely written it flows well and conveys its message. Very nice
A wonderful write how we play our part out on the world stage, enjoyed the read
Great write
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