I heard my stage call and began my role
In the play that comes with no lines or plot.
Act the first started. I drowned in holy love;
And burdened by duties I was
That would win me heaven when the curtain falls.
Soon my first acting challenge arrived;
The form of maddening itching it took.
The first dagger erupted in bursts of pain;
There to help me fight my way;
Until its friends rose in equal torment.
To the awe of the actors around me,
On my unsteady lumps of fat I stood
And forward I went, gained speed and much strength;
Tears of joy wetted the eyes;
I had conquered motion and the audience clapped.
Slowly the faces around me did change;
A new shine of comprehension they gained
As my garbled improvised lines made sense.
I gained height and was pushed into Act two.
Terrified I walked into the big hall.
Aggressive sounds and unfamiliar faces
Attacked me and my senses.
A pen was thrown in my hand and there it stayed.
Horrified I was when one day blood pooled
I had become a woman grown, I learned;
And my own mother cheered and clapped in pride.
My love scene came up and with it Act three.
I faced my hero, our lips fumbled;
This scene was new and unpracticed it had been.
In my stride it was taken
Since determined I was to make it work.
The first token for my efforts arrived,
My name was called up in a real theatre,
A rolled up sheet of parchment I was given.
Proud I felt with pen in hand;
The crowd clapped and I beamed under my skewed hat.
Soon I was thrown into the pit that was Act four;
The longest and most arduous to come.
Rigid as a corpse I sat and mumbled,
While six lions berated me and spat
With questions I had no correct answers to.
In fear I groped blindly and carefully trudged;
In the jungle scene I found myself, scared.
Survival of the fittest became the rule.
The game I started to play valiantly,
And earned my living at the end of each round.
Act four was held in pause,
Act five unexpectedly overlapped.
I called up another actor on stage.
Loud and heavily I clapped
My tears and love nurtured the amateur
As she wobbled scared on her lumps of fat.
And I waited patiently
Until her lines started to make some sense.
I watched as the new actor gained in height.
I grabbed her hand and with her I stood tall
Through the love scenes and the tragic ones that passed,
And I held her while she too
Called forth her own protégé to the stage.
Then, tired and exhausted I sat down,
Waiting for the heavy curtain to fall.
At last it did. No standing ovation came,
nor any shiny awards;
Just the satisfaction that I did my best.