The part

 She looked the part

She played the part

She sang her merry tunes

We applauded her

Adored her

Admired her every move

We sang her praises 

and watched her body

trickle down the stairs

as she glided gloriously

into her grammy seat 

after winning an award 


She looked the part

She played the part

We thought she had it all

We admired her 

envied her

We didn’t see at all

inside her soul 

great suffering 

a torture she endured

because 

She looked the part 

She played the part

She fell apart

for sure


We picked her up

We cleaned her up

We held her hands 

and prayed 

Her soul was torn 

Her clothes worn 

She didn’t see the light of day 

The stage lights dimmed

Her voice was cracked 

and silence filled the room


It took not one 

but several years 

to fill her own shoes again

She found the light

She got on stage 

She played the part again. 

She looked the part. 

She played the part. 

till she was whole again.




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