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