A single stool
Stood silent centre stage
Hushed was the audience
Awaiting the night to unfold
Shadows form across the floor
A figure emerges through the dark
Quietly sits upon the stool
Adjusts the microphone
Single spotlight lights the space
Blinding person to anticipating viewers
Surprised gasps from those expecting celebrity
An unknown seated in this hall of fame
Deliberate in her movement
Her head she lifts to face them
Some murmurs in the shadows
Disgruntled unhappy patrons
Her voice quivers unsteady
Almost uncertain if to proceed
Then like volcano unrestrained
Language like lava begins to flow
The imagery of emotions
Relayed in undulating tones
Carries the attentive listeners
Through a tapestry woven in her words
The pauses sometimes prolonged
As she struggles within herself
Only heightens the experience
Of a life lived turned into theater
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