The stage is my friend.

My home.

Ironic really…

A hardcore introvert,

I hate interacting with humans.

The stage is different.

On it, I am different.

I am so many different people.

I am confident, I am cunning, I am innocent…

I am part of something bigger.

I am all that I can’t otherwise be.

Somewhere,

At the periphery of my consciousness,

I am aware of the audience.

Strangely they hold no threat.

I know they will love me;

At least the me that I portray on stage.

The stage

My home

A safe place for my alter ego.

An intoxication

A delirious fever.

A sense of perfect union.

I belong!

The stage

Where I can be more than myself

© Sunita Saldhana

This post is in response to the prompt “Stagte” on Fiction Mondays by Vinitha Dileep. It was oringinally written for a prompt given by #YouMe&Poetry on 11th July 2024.

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  1. This poem captures the beautiful contradiction of an introvert finding solace and transformation on stage. The way you describe the stage as a home, a place where you can be so many different versions of yourself, resonates deeply. I love how you explore the freedom it brings—almost like a space where boundaries blur, and you become part of something greater. Beautifully written poem, Sunita. It’s like you were on a stage in these lines, right here.

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