As the lights dim


The house lights flicker three times to alert the audience that it is time to take their seats.

After the rustling of the crowd dissipates and silence befalls the audience, the lights dim in the theater and stage lights illuminate.

A performer walks on to the empty stage to thunderous applause and takes her bow.

As she prepares to play her first note, she breathes in the energy of her audience, for that is her feeding source.

The nervous roller coaster of emotions she rides lasts for hours after her stage exit. It is a high like no other.

But that high slowly dims and begins to fade slowly. As time marches on, and the years add on, she wonders if the vibrancy of her younger career can be rekindled.

For it is still simmering, but not the open flame as it once was. Other life circumstances have taken precedence. The pursuit of this less lucrative and less opportunistic venue has taken a back seat to careers that support the need for financial security.

Will opportunities resurface once the little one no longer needs watching? Will she still have what it takes to grace the stage, when life provides the time?

The wills and what ifs plague her mind as the lights dim in her eyes.

Author: Alice Funk Farie

Ecclectic Eccentric, Adoptee, Mom of a child with Aspergers Autism, Complex-PTSD from childhood trauma, Daughter of parents with Narcissistic Personality Disorder and Dependant Personality Disorder, Anxiety and Depression Warrior, Empath, Indigo Child, Musician, Educator, Wife of a Sociopathic Addict, Stepmom, Martial Artist, Artist, Philosophizer, Quote Collector, Survivor

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