Wednesday, March 24, 2010


pumping iron in the backstage light
windblown hair and jeans on tight
ready to make a mark on the world
she felt ready and afraid
confident and strangely ashamed
open and young and vibrant and strong
the lights go out and the silence falls
heart rate climbing
the sweating walls
they hold their breath she closes her eyes
dizzying height above them all

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