The First Entry

The Old Wood Wall
By: Maria Welser

Everyone has a place
they hold in their heart.
A place where everything
seems to make sense.

My place is a space
sitting in the dark
listening for something
to end my suspense.

One simple word
to change my world,
and bring me over
to the other side.

My heart soars like a bird
when I am hurled
from darkness over
to the light a wall did divide.

This wall is old
older than I
and stories are etched in it
by and by.
Names, phrases
carved in wood
representing phases
where it once stood.
This wall is a set
used time and time again.
This wall I would bet
was there when,
I first started acting
and singing on stage
and through the dancing
and looking at a script's page.

Ten years from now,
I'll have the same place,
but I will be on the other side of the wall
with light on my face
and a quiet fame
one gets from creating it all.
I will watch my space
my place on earth
become a place
my imagination can give birth.
It will be amazing
if I could do
the dreams they claimed
couldn't come true.

And it would make it all the better
to watch it take place
in front of the same wood wall
and my own little space.