The Life Left Waiting

An audition today. My hands shook.
A Broadway play seen. My heart shook.
An another audition tomorrow. My world shakes.

I miss the rush. I miss the stage. What I thought easy to give up I still crave.

Such an odd feeling. Returning to a well worn path long strayed from. Forgotten and yet familiar. Where dynamic dreams lay dormant - waiting only to be reengaged and realized.

One small step upon the path and the visions instantly return. The excitement, the rush, the insecurity. What was thought given up still draws attention. And now I am disoriented and confused. An old path but a new being. I have changed since last I traveled here. Only a matter of months but the mind knows no time. Change can occur between the seconds. Or over weeks- it makes no difference.

What do I want? Is it the same as what once I wanted? I feel it too late but it never is. Perhaps with new perspective I can move about differently.

Dreams may fade and dreams may change but dreams they never die. So peculiar when the once familiar becomes strange as it changed and the original feelings thought forgotten.

But along the path I am not alone. Insecurities lurk in shadows. Demons of doubt still sit perched along the road. Waiting for my inevitable return. Luring me to the deep pits of self-sabotage, which surprisingly lay in plain site.