Stage lights

It was always her comfort zone,
her playground,
Her creative space,
The stage,
Under the lights,
The spotlight,
The silent spectators,
All eyes on her.
This was where she was always welcome,
Her once in a while,
But her every while there was worth it.
The adrenaline rushed,
when they called her name,
This was always her right hand game.
Her being was made for this, her soul always knew,
That no one could take this away from her.
Alas! no one could make the stars feel like a dance through and through.

But little did she know what lay in store
That one day the stage would choose another.
And her place will be what it was, no more.
That the spotlight would choose, like it always had a choice.
That she would have no say, she would have no voice.
And when it came, crashing down upon her,
The stars vanished and the audience didn't respond,
Her eyes fell slowly, wet and steadily upon
The new comer, the welcomed, the chosen one for the stage.
And with dignity she moved aside and let the new comer take her place.
And as she watched, the pain reduced,
for someone deserving was there to stay.
And this made it easier, this one part, the going away.

Before she knew it, she was pulled back into the light, for one last bow,
And before the curtain dropped on her, the audience stood up somehow.
They stood for two, them both, not one of them alone,
One who will begin to make this stage her home
And one who will leave with stars in her eyes,
Them, forever she will own.