People chip and tear at my cocoon of peace.

Sometimes I need to simply sit alone and mend it

Then enjoy its protection

and swim alone in its depths.


There are few things

I gladly let tear away at my shell

leaving me emotionally bare.



But on stage

in a large theater,

an imaginary force

lets me be anything.

Until I disappear

behind the enormous, cloaking, comforting curtains.



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