Stage

Especially for my dramatic girls

Thespians of the stage,
Teenage Bards,
Your eyes flicker with delight
At lines learnt and delivered just as
You rehearsed.
At rebuttals furnished without
Hesitation.
At embraces received without
Flinching.

The narrowing of your eyes
As you express the hate of revenge.
The glint in your eyes as the thrill
Of the nerves runs through your body
On opening night.
Emotions developed within
Become emotions without.

You morphed into
Young girl of thirteen,
On the brink of discovery.

You unfurled into
Rebel relishing her first kiss
On the brink of womanhood.

You transposed into
Slave of the body
On the brink of desperation.

You transformed into
Keeper of the sisters
On the brink of living.

You evolved into
Guardian of Life's wisdom
With no ounce of regret.

And as the spot is turned on centre stage,
You step out,
Just as you had imagined.
Just as you had dreamed,
Onto your mind’s stage.

Mrs Debra Tan