Until I Turn Around. Poem by Sarah Kelly

feet mark time to an empty beat
How is one entirely invisible standing on a stage in front of hundreds?
Its possible I know.
I wish you would see me.
anyone.
standing tall.
feeling weak.
bearing it all.
and shareing none.
feet mark time.
to an empty beat.
fire, will, and drive none to speak.
best is there in that palce.
hidden among the worst to take.
I want to be free.
To be me.
feel the passion.
shape the sound. create music from emptiness.
I wish to soar among the heavens
without ever leaving the ground.
crazy i sound.
but you wouldn't know until i turn around.