The Break
Ironic that the break
Begat her break
Mousy brown
In the chorus line
Third row from the back
Throwing envious glances
At the leading lady
All glory and accolades
Pirouettes and solos
Applause unbounded
Why not me?
That fateful night
A careless stumble
Unsafe props
An unfortunate angle
Forcing a fracture
And exit stage left
An empty spotlight
Top billing wanting
The opportunity to step up
To transform and sparkle
And take centre stage
Though under the greasepaint
Her guilt barely disguised
Not pat superstition
But sincerely said
The meteoric rise triggered
By her prophetic wish
To break a leg
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