It was during one of those moments
of self-reflection she began to think
about all the time she had
wasted wandering around in scenes
she might not have belonged in,
Acting in plays she had not been
Now she had become acutely aware
as she watched these scenes
fade and disappear into the night.
In what act had the blue skies started
their progression to grey?
Perhaps before starting a new meal
she should have finished what was
on her plate.
Perhaps she had raced across too
many finish lines without
really leaving the gate?
© DiAnne Ebejer
image by Rio Febrian