In The Limelight. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

When you are up on your stage,
and looking down at the vast crowd,
is it worth it in the end
all the years you did spend,
in the limelight.

Everyone wants a piece.
They are not happy with something small.
Everyone wants to hug you, kiss you.
Are you able to feel anything at all.

And when you go home and you are on your own,
whats left to do, but look at your phone.
What once gave you joy and a rush,
leaves you empty and forlorn,
you wish you could just sweep it all away with a brush.

For the streets you once walked
are history to you.
Your life is not your own,
its divided in two.

The one part on display when
hysteria erupts.
But now you know how to play.
You know your own downs and ups.

And one day when you look back
and see what you achieved.
You will see that you gave so much joy and hope,
and that it was so well received.
But is the price worth it,
to be in the limelight,
or would you rather have an ordinary life.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c)