It’s dicey,

But it’s very real,

And without words,

The way I feel

Is:

So good it’s scares me.

And when the curtains are raised tomorrow

With the sun,

Will anyone be in the auditorium 

To watch the play?

It doesn’t matter.

For I am here,

And stand on the banks of a silent soliloquy,

And if I move my mouth

As others try to turn the volume up or down or off,

I will be calm and happy and satisfied with my own being,

And never will I scoff at you,

Or myself, or anyone who

Attempts to live according to his or her true nature.

-jenn