Broken and New

         I

Excitement and confidence
Racing through me,
Doubtless that I’d get in.

They knew I could sing.
They knew I could act.
They knew I could dance.

My unwavering dream of five years--
AIDA: The Musical.
It was finally coming true.

They’d let us know
Who got a part
In a few day’s time.

Anticipation builds
As I wait.
The list is up!

    II

. . . Heartbreak.
I just don’t understand.
I was so sure I could do it.

“It’s okay,” I tell them.
“I’m so proud of all of you!
Make it the best show I’ve ever seen!”

But trying to be strong is hard.
Once that shell breaks,
All you have inside is pain.

I can be cheerful
For a while.
But is seeming “happy”
Worth the hurt?

Sometimes
You need to fall to the ground
And just cry.

Cry for the hopelessness.
Cry for your shattered heart.
Cry, if only for the sake of crying.

And then you get up.
You brush away your broken dreams
And you pray you’ll find something else to live for.

III

Though still crushed,
I go back.
I go back to where this grief began.

I know I can’t be in it,
But maybe. . .
Maybe I can still be a part of it.

I could make the play.
It can’t come to life without costumes!
There’s a spark of hope.

Sparks become flames,
And flames rise,
Bright and warm.

Under the broken pieces
Of my former passion,
I think I’ve finally found it:
My new dream.